| What a day that will be,
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| When my Jesus I shall see,
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| And I look upon His face,
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| The One who saved me by His grace;
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| When He takes me by the hand,
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| And leads me through the Promised Land,
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| What a day, glorious day that will be.
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| There’ll be no sorrow there,
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| No more burdens to bear,
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| No more sickness, no more pain,
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| No more parting over there;
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| But forever I will be,
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| With the One who died for me,
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| What a day, glorious day that will be.
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| What a day that will be,
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| When my Jesus I shall see,
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| When I look upon His face,
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| The One who saved me by His grace;
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| When He takes me by the hand,
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| And leads me through that Promised Land,
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| What a day, glorious day that will be
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| Oh What a day that will be,
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| When my Jesus I shall see,
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| When I look upon His face,
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| The One who saved me by His grace;
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| When He takes me by the hand,
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| And leads me through that Promised Land,
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| What a day, glorious day that will be. |