Lord, I have a heavy burden
Of all I've seen and know
It's more than I can handle
But Your Word is burning like a fire
Shut up in my bones
And I can't let it go
And when I'm weary and overwrought
With so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the saints go marching in
I wanna be one of them
Lord, it's all that I can't carry
And cannot leave behind
It often overwhelms me
But when I think of all who've gone before
And lived a faithful life
Their courage compels me
And when I'm weary and overwrought
With so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharaoh's court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord
And when the saints go marching in
I wanna be one of them
And when the saints go marching in
I wanna be one of them
I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad
I see the slave awakened to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the angry spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down that door
I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load
And when the saints go marching in
I wanna be one of them
And when the saints go marching in
I wanna be one of them
I wanna be one of them
I wanna be one of them
I wanna be one of them