Oh, won’t you sail with me onto that western sea
Oh, where the horizon meets this heart of stone
Onto that kingdom come where every song that’s sung
Finds its hope in foreign tongue and mended soul
We will sing with mended souls
Oh, when death's so cold and pale removes your wedding veil
And your feet humble and frail find there way home
Oh, when hope and peace collide like lovers in the night
We will find in honest sight that we’re not alone
Oh, we're free and not alone
So when all the pain subsides and every tear’s wiped dry
We will cross just you and I through Jordan’s wake
Oh and in that final hour when death has lost its power
That dim glass will surely cower when we’re face to face
We will see him face to face
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