While the Ages Roll

Someday this stamm'ring tongue will falter no more,

And a grander, sweeter song I will sing;

For 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 will 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;

For my joy will never end while I look on His face,

And my song will never be done.

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