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My Lord Keeps a Record
What a wonderful, beautiful picture I have, Of a place without sorrow or fear, And I'm going to live in that city some day, For my days are all numbered down here.
My Lord keeps a record of the moments I'm living down here, He knows all about me, All my trouble, my sorrow, my fear; I'm living each moment, Thru the mercy of God's loving grace, Some day He will call me To that wonderful, beautiful place.
I will walk on the streets of that city of gold, I will bask in the heavenly light, And I'll look on the face of my Savior so dear, In that city where cometh no night.
My Lord keeps a record of the moments I'm living down here, He knows all about me, All my trouble, my sorrow, my fear; I'm living each moment, Thru the mercy of God's loving grace, Some day He will call me To that wonderful, beautiful place.
Now I want to be doing the will of my Lord, As I travel this wearisome land, So I'll not be ashamed of my record up there, When I stand at my Savior's right hand.
My Lord keeps a record of the moments I'm living down here, He knows all about me, All my trouble, my sorrow, my fear; I'm living each moment, Thru the mercy of God's loving grace, Some day He will call me To that wonderful, beautiful place.