Christ was a wayworn traveler
He traveled from door to door
His occupation chiefly was
Administering to the poor

My warfare'll soon be ended
My race is almost run
My warfare'll soon be ended, Lord
And then I'm going home

They called my Lord the devil
They called his saints the same
But I ain't expecting any more down here
Than burden, abuse, and shame

My warfare'll soon be ended
My race is almost run
My warfare'll soon be ended, Lord
And then I'm going home

And when I get to Heaven
I want you to be there too
And when I say "Amen"
I want you to say so, too

My warfare'll soon be ended
My race is almost run
My warfare'll soon be ended
And then I'm going home

God bless the Holiness people
The Presbyterians, too
The good old shouting Methodists
And me praying Baptists, too

My warfare'll soon be ended
My race is almost run
My warfare'll soon be ended, Lord
And then I 'm going home