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Roll on, roll on, sweet moments roll on,
And let these poor pilgrims go home, go home.
1 When I was blind and could not see,
King Jesus brought that light to me. [Refrain]
2 The Heav'nly land so bright and fair,
There are very few seem going there. [Refrain]
Folk Songs of the American Negro (No. 1), 1907