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I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow |
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Cast out in this wide world to roam |
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My brothers and sisters won't own me |
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They say that I'm weak and I'm poor |
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But Jesus father the almighty |
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Has bade me to enter the door |
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Sometimes I'm almost driven |
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'Til I know not where to roam |
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I've heard of a city called Heaven |
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I've started to make it my home |
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When friends and relations forsake me |
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And troubles grow 'round me so high |
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I think of the kind words of Jesus |
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Poor pilgrim I always am nigh |
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Sometimes I'm almost driven |
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'Til I know not where to roam |
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I've heard of a city called Heaven |
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I've started to make it my home |
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Oh soon I shall reach the bright glory |
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Where mortals no more do complain |
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The ship that will take me is coming |
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The captain is calling my name |
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Sometimes I'm almost driven |
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'Til I know not where to roam |
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I've heard of a city called Heaven |
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I've started to make it my home |
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I've heard of a city called heaven |
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I've started to make it my home |
