Lord, I have a heavy burdennOf all I've seen and knownIt's more than I can handlenBut Your Word is burning like a firenShut up in my bonesnAnd I can't let it gonnAnd when I'm weary and overwroughtnWith so many battles left unfoughtnnI think of Paul and Silas in the prison yardnI hear their song of freedom rising to the starsnAnd when the saints go marching innI wanna be one of themnnLord, it's all that I can't carrynAnd cannot leave behindnIt often overwhelms menBut when I think of all who've gone beforenAnd lived a faithful lifenTheir courage compels mennAnd when I'm weary and overwroughtnWith so many battles left unfoughtnnI think of Paul and Silas in the prison yardnI hear their song of freedom rising to the starsnI see the shepherd Moses in the Pharaoh's courtnI hear his call for freedom for the people of the LordnAnd when the saints go marching innI wanna be one of themnAnd when the saints go marching innI wanna be one of themnnI see the long quiet walk along the Underground RailroadnI see the slave awakened to the value of her soulnI see the young missionary and the angry spearnI see his family returning with no trace of fearnI see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nightsnI see the sisters standing by the dying man's sidenI see the young girl huddled on the brothel floornI see the man with a passion come and kicking down that doornI see the man of sorrow and his long troubled roadnI see the world on his shoulders and my easy loadnnAnd when the saints go marching innI wanna be one of themnAnd when the saints go marching innI wanna be one of themnI wanna be one of themnI wanna be one of themnI wanna be one of them