| On some morning when I stand in God’s wonderful city
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| Where the light of heaven’s glory shall never grow dim
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| When I shake hands with my loved one who’ve gone on before me
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| Then I’d like to talk it over with Him.
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| I’d like to kneel down and talk it all over with Him
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| I’d like to say Lord You loved me when the path was so dim
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| I cannot repay Him when I meet Him in that city above
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| But I’d like to talk it over and thank Him for His wonderful love.
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| With so many redeemed ones I’m sure I’ll be happy
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| They say the cup of gladness He’ll fill to the brim
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| But I know that I’ve cause Him many deep tears of sorrow
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| Oh I’d like to talk it over with Him.
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| I’d like to kneel down and talk it all over with Him
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| I’d like to say Lord You loved me when the path was so dim
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| I cannot repay Him when I meet Him in that city above
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| But I’d like to talk it over and thank Him for His wonderful love.
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| We’ll be singing Hallelujah forever and ever
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| When the bridegroom meets the bride there in Jebus alone
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| As He looked on the one that came out of tribulation |
| Oh I’d like to talk it over with Him.
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| I’d like to kneel down and talk it all over with Him
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| I’d like to say Lord You loved me when the path was so dim
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| I cannot repay Him when I meet Him in that city above
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| But I’d like to talk it over and thank Him for His wonderful love. |