| There is a far Kingdom
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| A ways from here
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| Beyond the storm and the sea
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| There will be no need of darkness
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| And none for tears
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| When that far Kingdom I see
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| There’s a river we will know
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| Ever clear and ever full
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| From the fount that overflows
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| In the light of the King
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| And when we drink it we will find
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| That this joy, ever full, will ever rise
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| And it’ll rise on, in the Kingdom
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| In the Kingdom
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| There is a far Kingdom
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| On the other side of the glass
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| And by a faint light we see
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| Still there is more gladness
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| Longing for the sight
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| Than to behold or be filled, by anything
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| There’s a river we will know
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| Ever clear and ever full
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| From the fount that overflows
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| In the light of the King
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| And when we drink it we will find
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| That this joy, ever full, will ever rise
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| And it’ll rise on, in the Kingdom
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| In the Kingdom
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| There is a far, far Kingdom
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| There at the end of the sea
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| Where they know my name
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| And until that far, far Kingdom
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| Calls me home
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| Oh, my soul, I will wait
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| For the river we will know
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| There’s a river we will know
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| Ever clear and ever full
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| From the fount that overflows
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| In the light of the King
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| And when we drink it we will find
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| That this joy, ever full, will ever rise
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| And it’ll rise on, in the Kingdom
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| In the Kingdom
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| And it’ll rise on, in the Kingdom
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| In the Kingdom |