| Though for now we walk down roads of sorrow
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| Underneath this heavy weight of grief
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| Soon there’ll be a bright and glorious morning
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| Where we’ll find our joy at last complete
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| Where the streets of gold welcome weary souls
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| All the grateful drink from the crystal stream
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| Peace forevermore, troubles disappear
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| And the only thing that’s missing there is tears
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| Though for now we feel the ache of parting
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| Burdened with the pain of sad goodbyes
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| Yet we cling to that great hope He’s promised
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| Of a glad reunion in the sky
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| Where the streets of gold welcome weary souls
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| All the grateful drink from the crystal stream
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| Peace forevermore, troubles disappear
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| And the only thing that’s missing there is tears
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| If you listen close you’ll almost hear it
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| Oh the melody that’s rising sweet
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| Of the faithful saints gone on before us
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| Gathered safely round our Savior’s feet
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| Where the streets of gold welcome weary souls
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| All the grateful drink from the crystal stream
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| Peace forevermore, troubles disappear
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| And the only thing that’s missing there is tears
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| Every heart made whole
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| Every eye is clear
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| And the only thing that’s missing there is tears |