| Song | Rise Up My Children Come Home |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 2 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Rise Up My Children Come Home |
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When God Says, “Rise Up, My Children, Come Home,”
Then We Will Sit Around My Father’s Throne.
No More Heartaches, No Sorrow, No Tears Will Enter There
When God Says, “Rise Up, My Children, Come Home.”
We Will Walk Through Those Gates Made With The Finest Pearl,
And We Will Stroll Down The Streets Of Pure Gold.
Down The Road Will Be My Mansion, This Will Be My New Home,
When God Says, “Rise Up, My Children, Come Home.”
Up There Will Be No Cripples, The Blind Up There Will See.
The Deaf Will Hear His Every Word.
The Lame Will Walk Around, The Dumb Will Sing The Sweetest Sounds,
When God Says, “Rise Up, My Children, Come Home.”
When God Says, “Rise Up, My Children, Come Home.”
Then We Will Sit Around My Father’s Throne.
No More Heartaches, No Sorrow, No Tears Will Enter There,
When God Says, “Rise Up, My Children, Come Home.”
O Death, Where Is Your Sting?
O Grave, Where Is Your Victory?
When God Says, “Rise Up, My Children, Come Home.”
When God Says, “Rise Up, My Children, Come Home.”
