| There’s only one thing that I long for
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| When I reach my home on high
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| To see my Jesus in His glory
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| And to reign with Him on high
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| I’ll be so glad to see my mother
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| Who has gone, gone on to that land
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| Oh, but I long to see my Jesus
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| And by His side to stand
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| Without a father, without a mother
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| I’ve had to make this journey by myself
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| Sometimes so friendless, heartaches seem endless
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| So many sorrows I have known
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| But I know my Lord will call me To that mansion in the sky
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| And I shall reign with Him forever
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| In that sweet home by and by, ny and by So many times my heavy burden
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| Have borne, borne me to my knees
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| But then I prayed, «Oh, blessed Jesus
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| Won’t You help me if You please»
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| And He would hasten to my rescue
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| I no longer have to cry
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| And so I’ll keep my Savior with me On my journey, journey to the sky
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| Well, well, well
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| Without a father, without a mother
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| I’ve had to make this journey by myself
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| Sometimes so friendless, heartaches seem endless
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| On my journey, journey to the sky, to the sky |