Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know 
its more than i can handle
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I cant 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 want to be one of them 

Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind 
it all can overwhelm me
but when I think of all who've gone before and lived the 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 want to be one of them 
and when the Saints go marching in 
I want to be one of them 

I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad 
I see the slave awaken 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 sister 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 want to be one of them
and when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them



Thanks to Rachel for these lyrics

Thanks to Changed for these lyrics 

                          Thanks to Jackie for correcting these lyrics