Roy Acuff
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What a wonderful word is recorded by the prophet of God in His word
Of His church and all those who are faithful and are lied to that great speckled bird
With all the other birds flocked against her they in be her glory in vain
They hate her because she is [?] and has not denied her dear name
She is spreading her wings for a journey, she is going to take by and by
When the trumpet [?] in that morning she will meet her dear Lord in the [?]
In the presence of all heard his fathers With a song never uttered before
He will rise and be gone in a moment for a moment for her great tribulations are [?]
I am longing the day of her day of her coming when friends that are gone I shall see
In robes and a crown of bright glory they are waiting in heaven for me