| There are loved ones in the glory
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| Whose dear forms you often miss;
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| When you close your earthly story
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| Will you join them in their bliss?
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| Will the circle be unbroken
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| By and by, by and by?
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| Is a better home waiting
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| In the sky, in the sky?
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| In the joyous days of childhood
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| Oft they told of wondrous love
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| Pointed to the dying Saviour
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| Now they dwell with Him above
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| Will the circle be unbroken
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| By and by, by and by?
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| Is a better home waiting
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| In the sky, in the sky?
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| You can picture happy gatherings
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| Round the fireside long ago
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| And you think of tearful partings
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| When they left you here below
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| Will the circle be unbroken
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| By and by, by and by?
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| Is a better home waiting
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| In the sky, in the sky?
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| One by one their seats were emptied
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| One by one they went away;
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| Here the circle has been broken
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| Will it be complete one day?
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| Will the circle be unbroken
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| By and by, by and by?
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| Is a better home waiting
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| In the sky, in the sky? |