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On Angels' WingsWhen Christ shall come in all His might and splendor
To claim His own and to reward their labor
He'll make me new never more to spoil
And take me up on to heavenly soil
On angels' wings my soul He'll bring
To dwell in His abode, to walk streets of gold
Where there'll be no tears, no sighs, no fears
He'll take me up on angels' silver-gilt wings
There will be songs and trumpet sound all ringing
A flood of light, His glory will be shining
Oh such joy to see that angel throng
And there He'll be, ready to take me home
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