| My Lord, what a morning!
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| My Lord, what a morning!
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| Oh, my Lord, what a morning
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| when the stars begin to fall.
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| Oh, you will hear the trumpet sound
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| to wake the nations underground,
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| Looking to my Lord’s right hand
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| when the stars begin to fall.
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| Oh, you will see my Jesus come,
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| His glory shining like the sun,
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| Looking to my Lord’s right hand
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| When the stars begin to fall.
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| Oh, you will hear all Christians shout,
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| 'Cause there’s a new day come about,
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| Looking to my Lord’s right hand
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| When the stars begin to fall
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| My Lord, what a morning!
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| My Lord, what a morning!
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| Oh, my Lord, what a morning
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| when the stars begin to fall. |