| For fear the hearts of men are failing
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| For these are latter days we know
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| The Great Depression now is spreading
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| God’s word declared it would be so
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| I’m going where there’s no depression
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| To the lovely land that’s free from care
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| I’ll leave this world of toil and trouble
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| My home’s in Heaven, I’m going there
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| In that bright land, there’ll be no hunger
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| No orphan children crying for bread
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| No weeping widows, toil or struggle
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| No shrouds, no coffins, and no death
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| I’m going where there’s no depression
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| To the lovely land that’s free from care
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| I’ll leave this world of toil and trouble
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| My home’s in Heaven, I’m going there
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| This dark hour of midnight nearing
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| And tribulation time will come
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| The storms will hurl in midnight fear
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| And sweep lost millions to their doom
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| I’m going where there’s no depression
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| To the lovely land that’s free from care
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| I’ll leave this world of toil and trouble
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| My home’s in Heaven, I’m going there |