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As look over the mountains I see a crimson sea Lift up the sound of triumph For at last I am coming home I see the angels standing before me Welcoming me home I can see my Lord smiling With a tear upon his face I hear me singing The holiest praises and thanking him for his grace As I near the throne of glory I bow giving him honor for his name I see friends around me Cheering as I receive a white robe of grace Praises we sing Enhancing the shine on my fathers face We all thank our father Jesus For suffering and giving us his grace Offering up glory For the battle we won together

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