Chapter 18 No.18

Down by the sea, the crystal sea,

Where all of the redeemed shall be,

Where you and I, beloved, shall go,

Our crimson robes washed white as snow

In Christ's dear blood-what hymns of praise

Thro' countless ages we shall raise!

There all our loved ones we shall see-

Think what a meeting that will be

Down by the sea!

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