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Praise, O Praise Our God and King!
Refrain  [1]  [2]  [3] 
Contemporary
Just a little while to stay here,
Just a little while to wait,
Just a little while to labor
In the path that's always straight;
Just a little more of troubles
In this low and sinful state,
Then we'll enter heaven's portals,
Sweeping thro' the pearly gates.
Soon this life will all be over,
And our pilgrimage will end;
Soon we'll take our heavenly journey,
Be at home again with friends;
Heaven's gates are standing open,
Waiting for our entrance there;
Some sweet day we're going over,
All the beauties there to share.
Soon we'll see the light of morning,
Then the new day will begin;
Soon we'll hear the Father calling,
Come My children enter in;
Then we'll hear a choir of angels
Singing out the victory song;
All our troubles will be ended,
And we'll live with heaven's throng.
Soon we'll meet again our loved ones,
And we'll take them by the hand;
Soon we'll press them to our bosom
Over in the promised land;
Then we'll be at home forever,
Thro-out all eternity;
What a blessed, blessed morning
That eternal morn will be!

Soon this life will all be over,
And our pilgrimage will end;
Soon we'll take our heavenly journey,
Be at home again with friends;
Heaven's gates are standing open,
Waiting for our entrance there;
Some sweet day we're going over,
All the beauties there to share.

Refrain
Just a little while to stay here,
Just a little while to wait,
Just a little while to labor
In the path that's always straight;
Just a little more of troubles
In this low and sinful state,
Then we'll enter heaven's portals,
Sweeping thro' the pearly gates.

Soon we'll see the light of morning,
Then the new day will begin;
Soon we'll hear the Father calling,
Come My children enter in;
Then we'll hear a choir of angels
Singing out the victory song;
All our troubles will be ended,
And we'll live with heaven's throng.

Soon we'll meet again our loved ones,
And we'll take them by the hand;
Soon we'll press them to our bosom
Over in the promised land;
Then we'll be at home forever,
Thro-out all eternity;
What a blessed, blessed morning
That eternal morn will be!


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