When He cometh, when He cometh
To take up his jewels
All his jewels, precious jewels
His Loved and His own.
Like the stars of the morning
His bright crown adorning
They will shine in their beauty
Bright jems for his crown.
He will gather, He will gather
Little children, little children
O love their Redeemer
Bright jems for his crown
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