| I was standing by the bedside of a neighbor
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| Who was bound to cross Jordan’s swelling tide
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| And I asked him if he woudl do me a favor
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| And kindly take this message to the other side
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| If you see my Savior tell Him that you saw me
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| Ah, and when you saw me I was on my way
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| When you reach that golden city think about me
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| And don’t forget to tell the Savior what I said
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| Though you have to make this journey on without me
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| Oh, that’s a debt that sooner or later must be paid
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| Well, you may see some old friends who may ask about me
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| Oh, tell them I am coming home someday |