| Song | Most Of All (Things Of Earth) |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 2 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Most Of All (Things Of Earth) |
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Things Of Earth No Longer Matter, On That Morning.
When The Skies Are Split, And Saints Are Called Away.
Most Of All, I Want To Be, Among That Number.
The Bride Of Christ, Set Apart In White Array.
Most Of All, I Want To Look Upon The Master,
And Sing Praises, When At Last The Battles Won.
I Want To Know I’ve Run The Race,
Hear Jesus Say I’ve Kept The Faith,
But Most Of All, I Want To Hear Him Say Well Done
Everything Down Here Will Dim, And Lose Its Value.
When Compared To All The Glory We’ll Behold.
But Most All, Just To Look Upon The Saviour.
Would Make It Heaven, If There Were No Streets Of Gold.
I Want To Know I’ve Run The Race,
Here Jesus Say You’ve Kept The Faith
But Most Of All I Want To Here Him Say, Well Done.
