And hear the angels there,
When I have no more to roam,
But meet my Saviour in the air.
Then when I hear Him call my name
His child I'll ever be.
I then shall find my home the same,
And know that Christ loves me.
Thought wretched sinner once I came,
And how could it all be?
For now it is my only aim
To thank the One who died for me.
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