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When I Walk Up the Streets of Gold
The burdens of life may be many, The frowns of the world may be cold; To me it will matter but little, When I walk up the streets of gold.
When I walk up the streets of gold, When I walk up the streets of gold; How my heart will rejoice in that morning, When I walk up the streets of gold.
With joy I shall enter that city, The face of my Savior behold; And I shall be changed and be like Him, When I walk up the streets of gold.
When I walk up the streets of gold, When I walk up the streets of gold; How my heart will rejoice in that morning, When I walk up the streets of gold.
What wonderful visions of beauty, What glorious scenes shall unfold; And what dazzling splendors surround me, When I walk up the streets of gold.
When I walk up the streets of gold, When I walk up the streets of gold; How my heart will rejoice in that morning, When I walk up the streets of gold.
For ages and ages I'll praise Him, And never grow weary or old; Love-crowned I'll abide in His presence, When I walk up the streets of gold.
When I walk up the streets of gold, When I walk up the streets of gold; How my heart will rejoice in that morning, When I walk up the streets of gold.