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I'm Ready to Leave This World
We read of a country beyond the bright river, Where saints are rejoicing and living forever; I soon shall cross over to mansion supernal, ready to leave this world below.
Oh! what a glad morning fair, With Jesus up in the air, We'll sing and we'll shout the victory, All sorrow will then be o'er, Upon the glad peaceful shore, We'll praise Him for all eternity; I long to be at His side, And all of the sanctified, The billows of love o'er flood my soul, When I reach that land with that happy band, While the ages roll.
I'm looking for Jesus to call me up yonder, All sadness is banished no more will I wander; All glory and honor to Jesus forever, I'm ready to leave this world below.
Oh! what a glad morning fair, With Jesus up in the air, We'll sing and we'll shout the victory, All sorrow will then be o'er, Upon the glad peaceful shore, We'll praise Him for all eternity; I long to be at His side, And all of the sanctified, The billows of love o'er flood my soul, When I reach that land with that happy band, While the ages roll.
No more will the spirit be tempted by sorrow, There'll no more sighing that happy tomorrow; No tempter will bother no cares will we borrow, ready to leave this world below.
Oh! what a glad morning fair, With Jesus up in the air, We'll sing and we'll shout the victory, All sorrow will then be o'er, Upon the glad peaceful shore, We'll praise Him for all eternity; I long to be at His side, And all of the sanctified, The billows of love o'er flood my soul, When I reach that land with that happy band, While the ages roll.