| We will march through the streets of the city
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| With our loved ones (that's) gone before
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| We will sit on the banks of the river
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| Where we’ll meet to part no more
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| Jesus sought me when a stranger
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| Wandering from the fold of God
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| He to rescue me from danger
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| And transported by his blood
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| Come, thy fount of every blessing
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| Do now hark to sing God’s praise
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| Streams of mercy never ceasing
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| Calls for songs of loudest praise
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| We will march through the streets of the city
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| With our loved ones (that's) gone before
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| We will sit on the banks of the river
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| Where we’ll meet to part no more
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| Hark the voice of Jesus calling
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| Who will go and work today
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| Fields are white and harvest is waiting
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| Who will bear the sheaves away
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| Yes, we’ll march through the streets of the city
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| With our loved ones gone before
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| We will sit on the banks of the river
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| Where we’ll meet to part no more |