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Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy |
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There's a city where the streets are paved in gold |
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A land where the milk and the honey flow |
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And a mansion which for me |
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'cause my bible tells the story |
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I just hope my feet are clean enough |
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory |
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Green meadows where the little children play |
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No sorrow there, just one long happy day |
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And none will litter there except the pure and the holy |
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I just hope my feet are clean enough |
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory |
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And when i've reached my journey's end |
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And if i'm worthy to go in |
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Golden streets of glory, i walk on |
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And the golden streets of my new home |
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Will lead me up to the master's throne |
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With the angel band i'll sing |
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Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy |
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I just hope my feet are clean enough |
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory |
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Hallelujah, i just hope my feet are clean enough |
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory |
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And when i've reached my journey's end |
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And if i'm worthy to go in |
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Golden streets of glory, i'll walk on |
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And the golden streets of my new home |
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Will lead me up to the master's throne |
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With the angel band i'll sing |
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Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy |
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I just hope my feet are clean enough |
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory |
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Hallelujah, i just hope my feet are clean enough |
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To walk upon the golden streets of glory |
