Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know
it's more than I can handle
but your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I can't let it go
and when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of paul and silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
and when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind
it all can overwhelm me
but when I think of all who've gone before and lived a faithful life
their courage compels me
and when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of paul and silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd moses in the pharaohs court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord
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I see the long quiet walk along the underground railroad
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the angry spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of calcutta nights
I see the sister standing by the dying man's side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come kicking down that door
I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load
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it's more than I can handle
but your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I can't let it go
and when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of paul and silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
and when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind
it all can overwhelm me
but when I think of all who've gone before and lived a faithful life
their courage compels me
and when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of paul and silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd moses in the pharaohs court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord
chorus x2
I see the long quiet walk along the underground railroad
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the angry spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of calcutta nights
I see the sister standing by the dying man's side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come kicking down that door
I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load
chorus