When the warfare is over
And this body laid down,
There to sleep on in darkness
Till the trumpet shall sound;
Then to rise up to glory
With the angels to sing,
There to live with the blessed,
Praising Jesus our King.

What a day of rejoicing
When the ransomed shall meet,
Praising Jesus in glory,
Kneeling low at His feet;
On the banks of fair Eden
We will ever abide,
Where the joys are eternal
Then I’ll be satisfied.

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