Oh when the saints

We are travelling in the footsteps

of those who have gone before,

but we´ll all be reunited

on a new and sunlit shore.

Oh when the saints go marching in,

when the saints go marching in,

oh Lord, I want to be in that number,

when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine,

and when the sun refuse to shine,

oh Lord, I want to be in that number,

when the saints go marching in.

And when the moon turns red with blood,

and when the moon turns red with blood,

oh Lord, I want to be in that number,

when the saints go marching in.

Oh when the trumpet sounds the call,

oh when the trumpet sounds the call,

oh Lord, I want to be in that number,

when the saints go marching in.

Some say this world of trouble

is the only world we need,

but I´m waiting for that morning

when the new world is revealed.

Oh when the saints go marching in,

oh when the saints go marching in,

oh Lord, I want to be in that number,

when the saints go marching in.

Text: Spiritual

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger

1. I am a poor, wayfaring stranger,
while travelling through the world below.
There is no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright world to which I go.
I´m going there to see my Father,
I´m going there no more to roam,
I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.

2. I know dark clouds will gather o´er me,
I know the pathways rough and steep,
but golden fields lie out before me,
where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I´m going there to see my Father,

I´m going there no more to roam,

I am just going over Jordan,

I am just going over home.

3. I´ll soon be free from every trial,
this form will rest beneath the sod,
I´ll drop the cross of self-denial
and enter in my home with God.
I´m going there to see my Saviour,
who shed for me his precious blood,
I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.