Burdens Of Life May Be Many, The

The burdens of life may be many,

The frowns of the world may be cold;

To me it will matter but little,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

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When I walk up the streets of gold,

When I walk up the streets of gold;

How my heart will rejoice in that morning,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

With joy I shall enter that city,

The face of my Savior behold;

And I shall be changed and be like Him,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

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What wonderful visions of beauty,

What glorious scenes shall unfold;

And what dazzling splendors surround me,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

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For ages and ages I'll praise Him,

And never grow weary or old;

Love-crowned I'll abide in His presence,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

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