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 Yes, more wonderful than all, my Saviour seems to be looking at me now through the opening into heaven; his hand of love seems to beckon to me, and his gentle voice says, "You, too, can come to me. I forbid you not. Yours may be this kingdom of God." I can look no longer for joy. I can be there, a poor, guilty, sinful soul, in such glory as that; oh, I hardly know how to give up looking and to leave such scenes; but I have this to cheer me:

I'll see my Saviour when I die,
 * In glory, glory, glory!

And sing his praises as I fly,
 * To glory, glory, glory!