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On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
Don’t you feel like going home,
My home it is in the promised land,
And I feel like going home.
Oh, the transporting rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight.
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.
Don’t you feel like going home,
My home it is in the promised land,
And I feel like going home.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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1787
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MY HOME
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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1869
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