The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 460

My Soul Abounds with Joy

Lyrics

While trav’ling thro’ this world below
Where sore affliction come
My soul abounds with joy to know
That I will rest at home.
Yes, when my eyes are closed in death,
My body cease to roam,
I’ll bid farewell to all below,
And meet my friends at home.