| There is coming a day,
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| When no heart aches shall come,
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| No more clouds in the sky,
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| No more tears to dim the eye,
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| All is peace forever more,
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| On that happy golden shore,
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| What a day, glorious day that will be.
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| What a day that will be,
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| When my Jesus I shall see,
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| And I look upon His face,
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| The One who saved me by His grace;
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| When He takes me by the hand,
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| And leads me through the Promised Land,
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| What a day, glorious day that will be.
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| There’ll be no sorrow there,
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| No more burdens to bear,
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| No more sickness, no pain,
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| No more parting over there;
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| And forever I will be,
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| With the One who died for me,
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| What a day, glorious day that will be.
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| What a day that will be,
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| When my Jesus I shall see,
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| And I look upon His face,
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| The One who saved me by His grace;
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| When He takes me by the hand,
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| And leads me through the Promised Land,
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| What a day, glorious day that will be |