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The Resurrection.
robes and golden crowns, God wiping their tears away, the Lamb leading them to living fountains of waters, and all sweetly singing, "He was slain for us." I see friends there. Those I used to love; they are there. I see them with palms in their hands, their eyes beaming brightly, and their lips singing sweetly,
"Come to this happy land!
Come, come away!
Oh, yes, I see there children as young as you, I hear their voices;
"A holy, happy band,
Singing glory! glory! glory!"
And this tells me, I may see myself there.
