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Son of Man, Son of Man on the throne today;
Son of Man, Pioneer, He has led the way;
Following, how we sing, Jesus leads us on;
We are marching with the Victor to the throne.
On we go, on we go to the throne with Him;
On we go, through this age, age so dark and grim;
Then shall we — formerly, Satan's captured ones —
Be exalted with the Lord upon His throne.
Called as sons, called as sons, destined to be kings;
Called as sons, we've no time for the worldly things:
Yet we know, it is so — we don't qualify!
Thus the Lord must search and burn and purify.
Search and burn, search and burn all our inward parts;
Search and burn, thoroughly, to refine our hearts;
We'll not fear, but be clear — burning, searching thus
Is the gracious visit of the Lord to us.
With the Man, with the Man is a rainbow fair;
Glorious bow, 'round the throne, faithfulness declares:
We deserved to be served with God's judgment sore.
But we have been spared to praise Him more and more.
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