Mahalia Jackson - I'm getting nearer to my home

I'm getting near, wholly nearer to that city,
Lord, of the soul
I'm getting nearer, oh yea Lord, nearer to my home,
yes to my home,
I shall soon cross the river I'm going home, Lord,
to live forever,
Then no more in this world will I roam, oh Lord,
I will roam.

And when I do just make it through to glory land, Lord,
I'll be so glad, to tell the story, bear in glory,
How you brought me, Lord, yea, how you bought me,
How you kept me, and you never left me,
Up there you know me, and then you show me, well,
All I've longed for, oh yea, suffered-suffered wrong for,
Oh yea, then I'll know him, oh yea, will He enthrone me,
Oh Lord, then I'll reach for the ???,
Then I'm going to rest for my labour,
Then I'll sing, halleluyah, then I'll shout "Praise the Lord"
Then I'll be walking, I'll be talking,
With my Savior and King.
Well, I'm getting nearer, nearer, nearer, Lord, to Thee.