I'm thinking of friends who I used to know
Who lived and suffered in this world below
But they've gone up to heaven and
I want to know What are they doing there now

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There's some whose hearts was burdened with care
But they paid their moment with fighting and terror
When they come to the cross they tremble in fire
What are they doing there now

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There are some who are poor and often despair
They look up to heaven with tears blind and cry
There are some who are heedless, in death do they cry
What are they doing there now

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by Washington Phillips