Oh, What glory awaits me in Heaven's bright city
When I get there such sights I'll behold
A million scenes of rare beauty, will demand that I view them
Still Jesus will outshine them all
Mansions will glisten on the Hills of Glory
Happy reunions on streets of gold
angel choirs singing glad praises forever
But Jesus will outshine them all
The sparkling river is flowing, happy faces all glowing
land of splendor where night never falls
The golden glass gives reflection to that city's perfection
Still Jesus will outshine it all.
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