| O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
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| O they tell me of a home far away;
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| O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
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| O they tell me of an uncloudy day.
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| O the land of cloudless day,
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| O the land of an unclouded day,
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| O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
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| O they tell me of an uncloudy day.
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| O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,
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| O they tell me of that land far away,
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| Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
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| Sheds its fragrance through the uncloudy day.
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| O the land of cloudless day,
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| O the land of an unclouded day,
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| O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
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| O they tell me of an uncloudy day.
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| O they tell me of a King in His beauty there,
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| And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold
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| Where He sits on the throne that is whiter than snow,
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| In the city that is made of gold.
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| O the land of cloudless day,
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| O the land of an unclouded day,
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| O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
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| O they tell me of an uncloudy day.
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| O they tell me that He smiles on His children there,
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| And His smile drives their sorrows all away;
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| And they tell me that no tears ever come again
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| In that lovely land of uncloudy day.
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| O the land of cloudless day,
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| O the land of an unclouded day,
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| O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
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| O they tell me of an uncloudy day |