| What a song of delight in that city so bright
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| Will be wafted 'neath heaven’s fair dome
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| Now the ransomed will raise happy songs in his praise.
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| When all of god’s singers get home
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| When all of God’s singers get home
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| When all of God’s singers get home
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| Where never a sorrow will come
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| Or heartaches will come
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| There’ll be no place like home
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| There’ll be no place like heaven my home
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| When all of god’s singers get home
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| God’s singers get home
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| As we sing here on earth songs of sadness or mirth
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| Tis a fore- taste of rapture to come
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| But our joy can’t compare with he glory up there
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| When all of god’s singers get home
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| When all of God’s singers get home
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| When all of God’s singers get home
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| Where never a sorrow will come
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| Or heartaches will come
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| There’ll be no place like home
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| There’ll be no place like heaven my home
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| When all of god’s singers get home
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| God’s singers get home
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| When all of God’s singers get home
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| When all of God’s singers get home
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| Where never a sorrow will come
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| Or heartaches will come
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| There’ll be no place like home
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| There’ll be no place like heaven my home
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| When all of god’s singers get home
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| God’s singers get home |