my garment of flesh grows old
i long for the day You wrap me
with the white Robes of Righteousness
the hairs on my head grown grey,
i long for that day You place
the Crown of Life upon my head
when i come before Your Throne of Grace
fall before You in Worship
sing the Eternal Song
with all the Heavenly Host
where all Creation bows deep
exhales the excitement of the Ages,
my present weariness gone
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