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We The Rainbow Of Our Blessed Lord Can See,
And Rejoice To Hear Him Calling, As When First The Shepherd Found Us,
When We Stand In His Presence, What Will It Be?
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As We Clasp Their Hands On Yonder Shore, To Cast Our Crowns Before Him,
When We Stand In His Presence, What Will It Be?
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