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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