| Some glad morning we shall see, Jesus in the air
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| Coming after you and me, joy is ours to share
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| What rejoicing there will be, when the saints shall rise
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| Headed for that jubilee, yonder in the skies
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| Oh what singing, oh what shouting
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| On that happy morning when we all shall rise
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| Oh what glory, Hallelujah
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| When we meet our blessed Savior in the skies
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| Seems that now I almost see, all the sainted dead
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| Rising for that jubilee, that is just ahead
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| In the twinkling of an eye, changed with them to be All the living saints to fly, to that jubilee.
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| Oh what singing, oh what shouting
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| On that happy morning when we all shall rise
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| Oh what glory, Hallelujah
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| When we meet our blessed Savior in the skies
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| When with all that heavenly host, we begin to sing
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| Singing in the Holy Ghost, how the heavens will ring
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| Millions there will join the song, with them we shall be Praising Christ through ages long, heaven’s jubilee.
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| Oh what singing, oh what shouting
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| On that happy morning when we all shall rise
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| Oh what glory, Hallelujah |
| When we meet our blessed Savior in the skies |