| Song | When I Walk Up The Streets |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | When I Walk Up The Streets |
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The Burdens Of Life May Be Many,
The Frowns Of The World May Be Cold;
To Me It Will Matter But Little,
When I Walk Up The Streets Of Gold.
When I Walk Up The Streets Of Gold,
When I Walk Up The Streets Of Gold;
How My Heart Will Rejoice In That Morning,
When I Walk Up The Streets Of Gold.
With Joy I Shall Enter That City,
The Face Of My Savior Behold;
And I Shall Be Changed And Be Like Him,
When I Walk Up The Streets Of Gold.
What Wonderful Visions Of Beauty,
What Glorious Scenes Shall Unfold;
And What Dazzling Splendors Surround Me,
When I Walk Up The Streets Of Gold.
For Ages And Ages I’ll Praise Him,
And Never Grow Weary Or Old;
Love-Crowned I’ll Abide In His Presence,
When I Walk Up The Streets Of Gold.
How My Heart Will Rejoice In That Morning,
When I Walk Up The Streets Of Gold.
