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Touring That City
by Inspirations



Words and music by Harold Lane
© 1973 - Ben Speer Music

CHORUS
Some morning you'll find me touring that city,
Where the Son of God is the light.
You'll find me there on the streets so pretty,
Made of gold so pure and so bright.
With Jesus the One who gave me the vict'ry
Who led me across the divide,
Some morning you'll find me touring that city,
Where with Him I will ever abide.

Many times I have wondered 'bout the sights of that city,
And all that my eyes shall behold.
I will see all the wonders when I enter that city,
There forever to be safe in His fold.

CHORUS
Some morning you'll find me touring that city,
Where the Son of God is the light.
You'll find me there on the streets so pretty,
Made of gold so pure and so bright.
With Jesus the One who gave me the vict’ry
Who led me across the divide,
Some morning you'll find me touring that city,
Where with Him I will ever abide.

Here on earth we have troubles that to us seem so heavy;
But in heaven no one will be sad.
Mom and Dad will be singing, heaven's praises will be ringing,
For the dearest Friend I ever had.

CHORUS
Some morning you'll find me touring that city,
Where the Son of God is the light.
You'll find me there on the streets so pretty,
Made of gold so pure and so bright.
With Jesus the One who gave me the vict'ry
Who led me across the divide,
Some morning you'll find me touring that city,
Where with Him I will ever abide (ever abide).
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