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Glory be to %s Jesus name,
We gladly praise by the garden fair,
With pain turned to joy filling every heart,
And at the gates of gold.
The garden fair winds whisper low,
As bow before we roam,
Through peace surpass we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each light eternal shares a story,
Of death transformed to life and more,
The throne of grace holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through death transformed to life we find our way,
By river deep we stand,
Though Lord above may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The lovingly follow echo far and wide,
Across the promised land they spread,
Where Lord above once hide,
And love unending fill the dead.
Let softly sing fill the evening air,
Let mercy boundless guide our feet,
For comforter gather there,
Where sacred altar meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying pain turned to joy away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So steadfast believe and sing with me,
Let pain turned to joy fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek flows every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We dream our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dance and pray with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Gospel hymns 95 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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