| I’m waiting watching and longing
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| That beautiful sight to behold
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| When I shall awake some bright morning
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| In that city where streets are bright gold
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| My savior has gone to see Paris
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| For all to accept his grace
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| And that’s how I know I’ll be welcome
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| To a home in that wonderful place
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| When I reach my home in that city
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| Shall I find you waiting up there
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| With the saints who have gone on before us
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| To that beautiful home so fair
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| My whole heart is set up on heaven
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| Where my savior shall see
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| And live in the light of his glory
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| For all eternity
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| He bids us to work in his vineyard
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| To toil for him early and late
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| What a glorious reward or our labor
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| To enter that beautiful gate
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| When I reach my home in that city
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| Shall I find you waiting up there
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| With the saints who have gone on before us
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| To that beautiful home so fair
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| My whole heart is set up on heaven
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| Where my savior shall see
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| And live in the light of his glory
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| For all eternity |