I'm a pilgrim and a stranger wand'ring through this world of sin. On my way to that fair city, when the saints go marching in. CHORUS: When the saints go marching in, when the saints go marching in. Lord, I want to be in that number, when the saints go marching in. Oh, I know I'll see my Saviour if my life is free from sin. Heaven's doors will open for me, when the saints go marching in. When we gather 'round the Throne, and the gates are closed within. I'll be shouting "glory, glory", when the saints go marching in. I'm waiting for the chariot to swing low and I'll step in. On the clouds I'll ride to heaven, when the saints go marching in. CHORUS: Når de frelste toger inn, Når de frelste toger inn, Jeg vil være med i skaren, Når de frelste toger inn.Gdy na ten świat Тезликлə ҝəлəҹəк Нам Отец спасенье дал The earth shakes gẖyrt ḥyạty زمان بكيته Есүс би Танд хайртай Injir aǵashtary gúldemese de ما أحلى ساعات بها يجمعنا الروح معا Quwanısh júrekte
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