My brethren, I have found
A land that doth abound
With fruit as sweet as honey;
The more I eat I find
The more I am inclined
To shout and sing Hosanna.
My soul doth long to go
Where I may fully know
The glory of my Savior;
Mid sweetness and the strife,
I’ll live a joyful life;
I’m going to sing forever.
Perhaps you think me wild
Or simple as a child;
I am a child of glory.
I am born from above,
My soul is filled with love,
I love to tell the story.
My soul doth long to go
Where I may fully know
The glory of my Savior;
Mid sweetness and the strife,
I’ll live a joyful life;
I’m going to sing forever.
My soul now sits and sings
And practices its wings,
And contemplates the hour
When the messenger shall say,
“Come, quit this house of clay
And with bright angels tower.”
My soul doth long to go
Where I may fully know
The glory of my Savior.
Mid sweetness and the strife,
I’ll live a joyful life;
I’m going to sing forever.
bluebird of bitterness 
I love to sing!
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