Beyond this world of gilded snares,
Beyond this life of toil and cares,
There is a region fair.
It knows no change and no decay,
No night, for all is endless day.

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Oh, say, will you be there?
Oh, say, will you be there?
Oh, say, oh, say,
Oh, say, will you be there?

Its glo­ri­ous gates are closed to sin;
Naught that defiles can enter in,
To mar its beauty rare.
Upon that bright eter­nal shore,
Earth’s gilded snares are seen no more.

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Will you be there? Oh yes, you must,
For in our Sav­ior you can trust,
Who did that place prepare.
Still doth His voice sound sweetly,
Come, I am the way, I’ll lead you home.

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