| Song | Tears Will Never Stain The Streets |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Tears Will Never Stain The Streets |
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If I Could Count The Tears That Have Fallen,
It Would Seem Like An Ocean To Me.
And If My Heart Were A Window,
The World Could Look Through.
Oh The Pain And Scars You Would See.
Tears Will Never Stain The Streets Of That City.
No Wreath Of Death On My Mansion Door.
Teardrops Aren’t Welcome Beyond The Gates Of Glory.
For The Heart Will Never Break Any More.
I Have Questioned The Loss Of A Loved One.
The Grave Seems So Final And Cold.
But We’ll Meet Again Where Death Has No Victory.
In A Land Where We’ll Never Grow Old.
I’ve Never Met One Man Without Sorrow.
I’ve Never Looked Into Eyes With No Pain.
O’ But There’s A Land Where Grief Is A Stranger.
And Joy’s The Only Song They Can Sing.
