| No disappointment in Heaven
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| No weariness, sorrow or pain
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| No hearts that are bleeding or broken
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| No song with a minor refrain
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| No clouds on the earthly horizon
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| Will never appear in the sky
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| Where all will be sunshine and gladness
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| With never a sob nor a sigh
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| I’m bound for that beautiful city
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| My Lord has prepared for His own
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| Where’ll redeemed of all ages
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| Sing glory around the throne
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| Sometimes I grow homesick for Heaven
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| And the glories my eyes shall behold
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| What a joy that will be when my Savior I see
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| In that beautiful city of gold |