They have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb'

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It doth not yet appear what we shall be.'

E speak of the realms of the blest,

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Wop that country so bright and so fair,

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And oft are its glories confessed;

But what must it be to be there!

2 We speak of its pathways of gold,

Of its walls decked with jewels most rare,
Of its wonders and pleasures untold;

But what must it be to be there!

We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without and within;

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m 4 We speak of its anthems of praise,
With which we can never compare
The sweetest on earth we can raise;
But what must it be to be there!

But what must it be to be there!

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m 5 We speak of its service of love,

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Of the robes which the glorified wear,
Of the Church of the first-born above;
But what must it be to be there!

m 6 Then let us, 'midst pleasure or woe,
Still for heaven our spirits prepare;
And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.

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'The streets of the city shall be full of boys and girls playing in the streets thereof.

'Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.'