Clothed in linen, white and pure
Radiant, I'll not be demure
I'll fly swiftly to Your feet
When at last, that day we meet
With love and joy that knows no bounds
Gleefully, I'll give you crowns
Oh that I may see Your face!
Sadness? Fear? Not a trace!
To be with You forevermore...
My greatest joy, of that I'm sure.
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