I’m gonna sing, sing, sing;
I’m gonna shout, shout, shout;
I’m gonna sing, I’m gonna shout:
Praise the Lord!
When those gates swing open wide,
I’m gonna sit by Jesus’ side,
I’m gonna sing; I’m gonna shout:
Praise the Lord!
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.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is bound for glory.
Don’t ride nothin’ but the righteous and holy.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
Gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside,
Down by the riverside,
Down by the riverside.
Gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside,
Down by the riverside.