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When The Saints Go Marching In
I'm just a weary pilgrim ,Plodding thru this world of sin;Getting ready for that city, When the Saints go marching in.
When the saints go marching in, When the saints go marching in; Lord I want to be in that number, When the saints go marching in.
My father loved the Savior, What a soldier he had been; But his steps will be more steady, When the Saints go marching in.
When the saints go marching in, When the saints go marching in; Lord I want to be in that number, When the saints go marching in.
And mother may God bless her, I can see her now as then; With a robe of white around her, When the Saints go marching in.
When the saints go marching in, When the saints go marching in; Lord I want to be in that number, When the saints go marching in.
Up there I'll see the Savior Who redeemed my soul fromsin, With extended hands He'll greet me, When the Saints go marching in.
When the saints go marching in, When the saints go marching in; Lord I want to be in that number, When the saints go marching in.