Chords for Gloria Gaither, Connie Hopper - When All Of God's Singers Get Home (Live)

[N] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
What [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Eb] _ _ a song of delight.
What a song of delight.
In that city.
In that city so bright,
Where we live in _ heaven's [Bb] fair glow.
How the ransom.
How the ransom will raise,
[Eb] Happy songs in its praise,
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_ [Eb] _ _ _ I
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_ _ _ like [Bb] to think that before time [Eb] began, before the world was created or galaxies flung into
space, there was God and he was [Bb] singing a song.
The music was so beautiful that it had
to be heard.
So God created.
And down through the [Ebm] ages he's always had his singers who [Eb] picked
up fragments of [Bb] the melody, hum biggest of harmony, wrote phrases of [Eb] poetry or danced
short movements.
But no one has ever heard the [Ab] whole song since that day God sang it
alone.
[Eb] One of these days he will gather all his children [Bb] home and one by one the singers
of all the ages will lift up their [Eb] voices and fill in the parts life taught to them.
At last we'll hear Love's sweet [Ab] song as it was first [Eb] conceived in the heart of the great
songwriter himself.
And it [Bb] will be perfect.
But music there will be when [Eb] all God's singers
get home.
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As we sing here on earth, songs of sadness or mirth, is a foretaste of _ [Eb] rapture
to come. _ _
But our song can't compare [Ab] with the glory we'll sing.
We'll share [Eb] when all of God's singers [Ab] get home. _ _
[Db] When all of God's singers [Ab] get _ home.
[Eb] When _ the sorrow [Ab] of _ _ _ life's singing _ _ [Db] _ _
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[Ab] gets _ light. _
[Db] When all of God's [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Db] singers _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
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get [Ab] home. _ _ _
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