I do not know, I can­not un­der­stand,
Why my Re­deem­er has such love for me—
Why He for­sook His home in Glo­ry­land,
And came to earth my guil­ty soul to free.
But some sweet morn, in yon­der bliss­ful place,

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When I with joy shall clasp my Sav­ior’s hand,
And rest my eyes upon His match­less face,
My hap­py soul will clear­ly un­der­stand.

I know not why He should His all re­sign,
And suf­fer death to hide my wretch­ed past;
But this I know, His pricel­ess love is mine,
And His dear voice will tell me all at last.
Yes, some sweet morn, in yon­der bliss­ful place,

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Then I will wait, and prize the pre­cious gift,
Until I hear my bless­èd Lord’s com­mand;
For well I know that He Him­self will lift
The veil that hides, and I shall un­der­stand,
Yes, some sweet morn, in yon­der bliss­ful place,

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