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a little while.
Only a little while longer,
And these dim eyes of ours
Will view with delight,
That country so bright,
Decked with unfading flowers.
And these dim eyes of ours
Will view with delight,
That country so bright,
Decked with unfading flowers.
Only a little while longer,
And then these weary feet
That have tired so soon,
Ere yet it is noon,
Shall tread the golden street.
And then these weary feet
That have tired so soon,
Ere yet it is noon,
Shall tread the golden street.
Only a little while longer—
And the little while won't be long-
And then we shall stand
With the blood-washed band,
Singing the Lamb's New Song,
And the little while won't be long-
And then we shall stand
With the blood-washed band,
Singing the Lamb's New Song,
