Down here below, we have our woe,
We are trying, Lord, to live rightly in this sorrow land;
Mansions of love, wait us above,
I hope to be there thru the ages fair to sing with that band.


O Lord, remember me,
O hear my plea, my pilot be, to that shore;
Lord, I seek Thy face, save me by Thy grace, take me to that place,
Heaven’s fair shore, to die no more.

Now let us sing praise to the King,
He who died for us on Mt. Calvary’s old rugged cross;
All the day long, praise Him in song,
‘Twas His wondrous plan to save fallen man from eternal loss.


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