Thursday, June 18, 2009

WHILE THE AGES ROLL

Mosie Lister

Someday the stammering tongue will falter no more
And a grander, sweeter song I shall sing;
Then I’ll join the ransomed choir on heaven’s bright shore,
Forever to praise the King.

And while the ages roll
I’ll keep on praising Him,
And my voice shall never tire or grow old;
And my song shall ever be,
“Praise the Lamb who died for me,”
And I’ll sing it while ages shall roll.

When a million years have passed in that wonderful place,
My song of praise will just have begun;
And my song shall never end while I look on His face,
And my song will never be done.

And while the ages roll
I’ll keep on praising Him,
And my voice shall never tire or grow old;
And my song shall ever be,
“Praise the Lamb who died for me,”
And I’ll sing it while ages shall roll.


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