| Rapture |
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Lord of Glory, sound the call! Send the Prince of Peace! We've watched the eastern sky so long, We're ready for that feast! That last lost soul, O let him come And worship at Your throne! Then, sound the trumpet, Lord, and take All those who love You home ... A place to be forevermore Without disease, decay; Laughter sounding in the air ~ Music all along the way! No misunderstanding, No words to wound the heart! No frowns or scowls upon the face, Nothing to make us part ... Where Love can last forever And Peace eternally, With our dear loving Savior Beside the Crystal Sea! |
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