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Things of earth no longer matter on that morning
when the skies are split and saints are called away
most of all I want to be among that number
the bride of Christ set apart in white array
Most of all I want to look upon the master
and sing praise when at last the battle's won
I want to know I've run the race
here Jesus say I've kept the faith
and most of all I want to hear Him say well done
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Everything down here will dim and lose it's value
when compared to all the glory we'll behold
most of all just to look upon the savior
will make in Heaven if there were no streets of gold
Most of all I want to look upon the master
and sing praise when at last the battle's won
I want to know I've run the race
here Jesus say I've kept the faith
and most of all I want to hear Him say well done
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