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 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.