| What a beautiful thought I am thinking,
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| Concerning a great speckled bird.
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| Remember her name is recorded,
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| On the pages of God’s Holy Word.
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| All the other birds flocking 'round her
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| And she is despised by the squad.
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| But the great speckled bird in the Bible
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| Is one with the great Church of God.
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| All other churches are against her,
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| They envy her glory and fame.
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| They hate her because she is chosen
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| And has not denied Jesus’name.
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| Desiring to lower her standard,
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| They watch every move that she makes
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| They long to find fault with her teachings,
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| But really they find no mistake.
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| She is spreading her wings for a journey.
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| She’s going to leave by and by;
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| When the trumpet shall sound in the morning,
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| She’ll rise and go up in the sky.
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| In the presence of all her despisers,
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| With a song never uttered before,
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| She will rise and be gone in a moment
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| 'Til the great tribulation is o’er.
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| I am glad I have learned of her meekness.
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| I am proud that my name is on her book,
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| For I want to be one never fearing
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| On the face of my Savior to look.
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| When He cometh descending from heaven,
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| On a cloud like He writes in His Word,
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| I’ll be joyfully carried to meet Him
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| On the wings of that great speckled bird |