| A DREAM OF HOME |
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| I sat alone at midnight hour, |
| And watched the starlit sky. |
| And dreamed I heard my mother say: |
| “I wish my boy was nigh. I know not where |
| He is tonight, he crossed the troubled main; |
| But this I know, if life holds out, he’ll |
| Wander back again.’’ |
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| He’s coming home, oh joyful thought! |
| My boy no more will roam; |
| A letter here says: “Mother, dear |
| I’m coming, coming home.” |
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| He’s gone though now, far, far away, |
| Perhaps in deserts wild; |
| Oh God, to Thee I pray tonight, |
| To keep my distant child. |
| No father there, to guide him now, |
| No brother with his cheer. |
| No mother there to soothe his brow, |
| No sister with her tear. |
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| I fancy now I see his face, |
| As fair as when a child; |
| And true and brave, but mild. |
| A letter here says; “Mother dear |
| No longer I will roam, so now I stand |
| And watch the gate, I know he’s |
| Coming home.” |
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| Alas dear friends, twas but a dream, |
| My mother’s here no more. |
| She left this world of sin and pain, |
| For Canaan’s happy shore. Lord, send some |
| Messenger of love, to guide my wayward feet, |
| That I may meet my mother there, |
| Who’s waiting at the gate. |
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| I’m going home, twill not be long, Ere I |
| Shall cease to roam; and then I’ll join |
| Redemption’s song, with mother dear, at home. |
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| A LONELY GRAVEYARD |
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| While walking through a lonely old graveyard, |
| My thoughts all returned to the memories of home. |
| As I kneel by the graves of Father and Mother |
| Lord, I’ve been so lonesome since they have been gone. |
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| Side by side in the graves they lie sleeping; |
| There they are resting in a peaceful sleep. |
| They are just waiting for the call of our Savior; |
| That they may go walk on the golden streets. |
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| They labored so hard just to raise their children. |
| They have gone through the rain, through the heat and the cold. |
| I am sure that they fell in the arms of Jesus; |
| And soon they shall walk on the street of pure gold. |
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| Sleep on Father, sleep on Mother, |
| For we all know that it won’t be long, |
| Until we shall hear the voice of our Savior; |
| When He shall call all His children home. |
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| My heart is so sad, Lord I am so lonely; |
| As I’m kneeling here by their graves so cold |
| I hope that some day I’ll go home and meet them, |
| And there we shall walk on the streets of pure gold. |
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| A MOTHERS ADVICE |
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| Sit down by the side of your mother, my boy, |
| But you have only a moment I know, |
| But you will stay till I give you your parting advice, |
| It is all that I have to bestow. |
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| Hold fast to the right, hold fast to the right, |
| Wherever your footsteps may roam. |
| Oh, forsake not the way of salvation, my boy, |
| That you learned from your mother at home. |
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| You leave us to seek for employment, my boy |
| By the world you have never been tried. |
| But in all the temptation and struggle you meet, |
| May you in your Savior confide. |
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| You will find in this bundle a Bible, my boy, |
| It is the book of all others the best: |
| It will teach you to live and prepare you to die, |
| And will lead you to the gates of the blest. |
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| I have prayed for you from the cradle, my boy |
| I have taught you the best that I know. |
| And so long as His mercy permits me to live, |
| I shall never cease praying for you. |
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| Your father is coming to bid you good-bye |
| Oh, how lonely and sad we shall be, |
| But far from your childhood and friends of your youth, |
| You will think of your Father and me. |
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| I want you to feel every word that I have said, |
| For it comes from the depth of my love |
| And, my boy, if we never behold you on earth, |
| Will you promise to meet us above? |
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| A POOR WAYFARING STRANGER |
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| I am a poor wayfaring stranger, |
| While traveling through this world of woe, |
| Yet there’s no sickness, toil or danger |
| In that bright world to which I go. |
| I’m going there to see my father, I’m going there to roam. |
| I’m only going over Jordan, |
| I’m only going over home. |
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| I know dark clouds will gather around me, |
| I know my way is rough and steep, |
| Yet beauteous fields lie just before me, |
| Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep. |
| I’m going there to see my mother |
| She said she’d meet me when I come. |
| I’m only going over Jordan, |
| I’m only going over home. |
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| I’ll soon be freed from every trial |
| My body asleep in the old churchyard, |
| I’ll drop the cross of self denial, |
| And enter on my great reward. |
| I’m going there to see my classmates, |
| Who have gone on before me, one by one |
| I’m only going over Jordan |
| I’m only going over Home. |
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| I want to wear a crown of Glory, |
| When I get home to that good land; |
| I want to shout salvation’s glory, |
| In concert with that blood-washed band. |
| I’m going there to see my Savior, |
| To sing His praise forevermore; |
| I’m only going over Jordan, |
| I’m only going over home. |
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| A PRETTY WREATH FOR MOTHER'S GRAVE |
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| In my memory there's a picture |
| of the one so dear to me, |
| Loving arms that used to hold me |
| As I sat on Mother's knee |
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| No one can ever repay her |
| for the things in life she gave. |
| Now Mother's gone but I remember |
| A pretty wreath for Mother's grave |
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| She was fond of pretty flowers |
| I recall she used to say, |
| when I'm gone, son, please remember |
| A pretty wreath for Mother's grave. |
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| She had a little row of flowers |
| I recall she used to watch each day, |
| She fixed them just before God called her, |
| So they would not fade away. |
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| Next year they'll bloom again in color |
| Red and blue, so bright and gay |
| If it's Gods will, I'll take them to her |
| A pretty wreath for Mother's grave. |
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| A SINNERS TRAVEL |
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| I stood afar off and I wondered |
| And gazed on God’s ocean of love |
| And when I surrendered to Jesus |
| There was peace like a heavenly dove. |
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| For many a month I had traveled |
| The way seemed so dark and dim |
| I was searching for one they call Jesus |
| For I knew there was comfort in Him. |
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| Old Satan would tell me, don’t worry |
| You are so young and still in your prime |
| Just wait until you are older |
| You still have plenty time. |
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| I struggled and wrestled to win it |
| It was Jesus that set me free |
| And when I had ceased my struggling |
| It’s peace Jesus gave unto me. |
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| Now since I have found Him I’m happy |
| My heart is so full of love |
| And someday I’ll go there and see Him |
| In that bright happy home up above. |
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| A STORY MOST PLEASING I’LL TELL |
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| A story most pleasing I’ll tell |
| Concerning the Lord from the skies |
| He suffered, tis known very well |
| For sinners, that sinners might rise |
| He left His exalted abode |
| When man was by transgression lost |
| Consented to lie in the dust. |
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| O! was it for crimes that I’ve done |
| The Savior was hailed with a kiss |
| By Judas, the traitor of old? |
| Was ever there mercy like this? |
| The rebels all joined in a band |
| Confined Him and led Him, I pray! |
| The cords wrapped round His sweet hands |
| O sinners! Look in Him, I pray! |
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| He cried, my father and God |
| I am let in sorrow and pain |
| The cross was all covered with blood |
| And temple was rent in twain |
| He bowed His sweet head when He died |
| The sun it refused to shine |
| They pushed the spear in his side |
| This lonely redeemer is mine. |
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| Sweet, lovely and pleasant to view |
| Those scenes with joy and delight |
| The scene is eternally new |
| My soul it is cheered by the sight |
| I long to mount up in the sky |
| In paradise make my abode |
| And dwell with my Jesus on high |
| With angels shout glory to God. |
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| A TWELVE MONTH MORE |
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| A twelve month more has rolled around |
| Since we attended on this ground |
| Ten thousand scenes have marked the year |
| Since we met last to worship here. |
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| Full many a friend and many a foe |
| Have left this world below |
| And many a homeless wanderer’s tear |
| Has fallen since we worship’d here. |
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| Full many a father’s lost his son |
| And many a mother’s daughter’s gone |
| The orphan’s cry and widow’s tear |
| Have mingled since we worship’d here. |
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| Come, sinners, come your pardoning God |
| Waits to impart His precious blood |
| Forsake your sins, to Christ draw near |
| And seek Him while we worship here. |
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| Ye mourners, raise your languid eyes |
| Give Christ your heart, ascend the skies |
| Remove your fears, to Christ draw near |
| And seek Him while we worship here |
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| A VIRTUOUS WOMAN |
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| Sweeter than the flowers in the spring time |
| Gentle as the fallen snow |
| Kind and loving was our mother |
| Heir to a better land I know |
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| Long hot summers were her pleasures |
| To lay up store for when winter comes |
| She knew just what we needed |
| And she knew just how to get it done |
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| One great delight was her kitchen table |
| Where friends or foe could take their fill |
| She could make a meal of mere provisions |
| By the kindness of hands and her good will. |
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| We never heard much verbal praying |
| But in our hearts we knew she did |
| She bore her cross without complaining |
| And taught us by the Golden Rule to live |
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| Everyone she met was someone special |
| Little children she treated as her own |
| God needed someone to help His angels |
| So He took our loving mother home. |
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| She’s described in the Holy Bible |
| A virtuous woman in above all price |
| Dad was wise and full of wisdom |
| When he chose our mother for his wife. |
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| Sweeter than flowers in the spring time |
| Gentle as the fallen snow |
| Kind and loving was our mother |
| Heir to a better land I know. |
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| A VISION OF HEAVEN |
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| Had a vision of Heaven, what these eyes they did see. |
| As I viewed away up yonder in that sweet eternity. |
| Thought I had entered a city and had stopped at the gate |
| So anxious to enter, I could hardly wait. |
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| Jesus handed me the keys to unlock the door, |
| Said, “My child, enter in, you are safe forever more.” |
| Want to walk all around to see who I could see, |
| For I had so many loved ones who had come ahead of me. |
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| Walked on a little farther, who is that I did see |
| Why that’s the little old lady who many times befriended me. |
| Helped me in my sickness, and in trouble a helping hand. |
| Why that’s her there singing in that great angel band. |
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| Walked on a little farther, who is that I did see. |
| Why that’s the old begger who slept upon the street. |
| But he looked so different standing there around God’s throne. |
| And I still hear him singing while the Ages roll on. |
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| Walked on a little farther, who is that I did see. |
| Why, that’s Dad and Mama, who were just ahead of me. |
| I wondered will they know me, they’ve been gong so long. |
| With a smile, they remembered, said, my child, you’re welcomed home. |
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| Oh yes, over yonder is a face I remember still. |
| It’s the old fashioned preacher, from the church upon the hill. |
| With his Bible I could see him standing there so many times. |
| Telling us about this Heaven, that some day I could call mine. |
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| But I must keep on walking, so many places to go. |
| So many are the faces, I am searching for you know. |
| But I don’t have to hurry, I’ll take all the time I need. |
| For I’m here to be forever, throughout all eternity. |
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| ABIDE WITH ME |
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| Tarry with me, O, my Savior, |
| For the day is passing by! |
| See the shades of evening gather, |
| And the night is drawing nigh. |
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| Many friends were gathered around me, |
| In the bright days of the past. |
| But the graves have closed above them, |
| And I linger here at last. |
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| Deeper, deeper grow the shadows; |
| Paler now the glowing west; |
| Swift the night of death advances, |
| Shall it be the night of rest? |
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| Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, |
| Lord, I cast myself on Thee: |
| Tarry with me through the darkness! |
| While I sleep still watch by me. |
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| Tarry with me, O, Savior! |
| Lay my head upon they breast, |
| Till the morning; then awake me |
| Morning of eternal rest! |
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| ALL AND ALL |
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| He's my all and all. |
| He's my all and all. |
| Every time I get in trouble |
| on Him I will call |
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| He's my bread when I am hungry, |
| He's my shelter in the time of storm. |
| He's my rock in a weary land |
| And this world can do me no harm. |
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| When I'm way down in the valley |
| My Savior takes me by the hand, |
| He leads me up on top of the mountain, |
| He lets me view the promised land. |
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| Some sweet day I'm going to travel |
| To that happy home on high. |
| For I've been washed in the blood of Jesus |
| and I'm ready now to die. |
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| I hate to go and leave my children |
| in this awful world of sin |
| but if they'd only turn to Jesus |
| we could all met again. |
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| ALMOST HOME |
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| For many long years I've traveled this road |
| I'm weary and tired of carrying my load. |
| So often I'm tempted |
| By Satan's own power |
| but I'm too near home to turn back now. |
| (CHORUS) |
| Almost home, I'm almost home |
| I know my race is almost run |
| Through troubles and sorrow I've already come |
| and I can't turn back now, I'm too near home |
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| As I stand at the river |
| The homeland I see |
| a beautiful mansion that |
| he built for me |
| Just a few days to linger |
| then I'll go across |
| and I know what awaits me |
| will be worth it all. |
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| When my labor on earth |
| Here i must lay down |
| I'll go to receive my beautiful crown |
| It's good-bye to friends |
| I've known on this way |
| On the homecoming day. |
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| AM I A LINK IN THAT CHAIN |
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| I beheld a chain, a beautiful chain, |
| I viewed it o’er and o’er |
| On every link was Jesus’ name. |
| It extended to Heaven’s door. |
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| It came from the east, it came from the west. |
| From the north and south the same. |
| I became amazed and asked myself, |
| Am I a link in that chain? |
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| Over the hills and plains, it thrives and begins |
| Its beauties to behold |
| Great consolation I did gain. |
| It shined like precious gold. |
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| I stood and gazed at the scene so bright, |
| The links so smooth and plain, |
| I asked myself as it charmed my sight, |
| Am I a link in that chain? |
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| I have started my journey and I have learned, |
| There is a faithful friend, |
| He will pay His servants all they earn |
| He is with you to the end. |
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| Since I have been traveling on my way |
| Great prospects I have seen |
| I will follow my Savior and watch and pray |
| I believe I’m a link in that chain. |
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| Oh children, come and go with me, |
| Behold the lord says “Come,” |
| He is waiting patiently, |
| To bear His children home. |
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| When all ours sins and fears are gone, |
| And you are free from pain. |
| And will receive you as his own, |
| Then you will be links in that chain. |
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| AM I BORN TO DIE |
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| And am I born to die? |
| To lay this body down? |
| And must my trembling spirit fly |
| Into a world unknown |
| A land of deepest shade |
| Unpierced by human thought |
| The dreary regions of the dead |
| Where all things are forgot? |
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| Soon as from earth I go |
| What will become of me? |
| Eternal happiness or woe |
| Must then my portion be |
| Walked by the trumpets sound |
| I from my grave shall rise |
| And see the judge with glory crowned |
| And see the flaming skies |
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| How shall I leave my tomb? |
| With triumph or regret? |
| A fearful or a joyful doom |
| A curse or blessing meet? |
| Will angel-bands convey |
| Their brother to the bar? |
| Or devils drag my soul away |
| To meet its sentence there? |
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| Who can resolve the doubt |
| That tears my anxious breast? |
| Shall I be with the damned cast out |
| Or numbered with the blest? |
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| I must be from God driven or with my Savior dwell, |
| Must come at His command to Heaven |
| Or else- depart to Hell. |
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| O thou that wouldst not have |
| One wretched sinner die |
| Who died’st thyself: my soul to save |
| From endless misery! |
| Show me the way to shun |
| Thy dreadful wrath severe |
| That when thou comest on thy throne |
| I may with joy appear |
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| Thou art thyself the way |
| Thyself in me reveal |
| So shall I spend my life’s short day |
| Obedient to thy will |
| So shall I love my God |
| Because He first loved me |
| And praise thee in thy bright abode |
| To all eternity. |
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| AMAZING GRACE |
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| Amazing grace, how sweet the sound |
| that saved a wretch like me. |
| I once was lost, but now I'm found, |
| was blind, but now I see. |
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| Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, |
| and grace my fears relieved! |
| How precious did that grace appear |
| the hour i first believed. |
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| Through may dangers, toils, and snares, |
| I have already come; |
| Tis grace has brought me this far |
| and grace will lead me home |
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| The Lord has promised good to me, |
| His work my hope secures |
| He will my shield and portion be |
| as long as life endures |
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| Yes! When this flesh and heart shall fail |
| and mortal life shall cease, |
| I shall possess, within the vale |
| a life of joy and peace. |
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| AN ALIEN FROM GOD |
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| an alien from God, and a stranger to grace |
| I wander through earth, its gay pleasures to trace |
| In the pathway of sin I continued to roam |
| Unmindful, alas! That it led me from home |
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| Home, home, sweet, sweet home |
| O, Savior, direct me to Heaven, my home |
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| The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away |
| They bloom for a season, but soon they decay |
| But pleasuring more lasting in Jesus are given |
| Salvation on earth, and a mansion in Heaven |
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| Allure me no longer, ye false, glowing charms |
| The Savior invites me I’ll go to His arms. |
| At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room |
| O, there may I feast with His children at home. |
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| The days of my exile are passing away |
| The time is approaching when Jesus will say |
| Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne |
| And dwell in my presence, forever at home. |
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| Affliction, and sorrow, and death shall be o’er |
| The saints shall unite, to be parted no more |
| Their loud hallelujahs fill Heaven’s high dome |
| They dwell with the Savior forever at home. |
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| AN ANGEL, AN ANGEL |
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| An angel an angel that's what you are. |
| You have become a bright shining star |
| You've been blessed with wings to fly |
| God has taken you way up high. |
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| You are so still and quiet |
| you were my shining light |
| with reasons why I don't know |
| with God you had to go. |
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| You are such a small tiny thing, |
| Amazing Grace they're beginning to sing |
| Laying you down in the cold, cold ground |
| Not a word will you utter, not a sound. |
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| And if I can bear this pain |
| all my hopes are to see you again |
| For some sweet day want to see |
| my baby flying back toward me |
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| Gone with God you will be |
| My angel please watch over me |
| Why you've gone I don't know |
| You're with a man who loves you so. |
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| An angel, and angel that's what you are |
| you have become a bright shining star |
| Youve been blessed with wings to fly |
| God has taken you way up high. |
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| AND MUST THIS BODY DIE |
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| And must this body die? |
| This mortal frame decay? |
| And must these active limbs of mine, |
| Lie mouldering in the clay? |
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| Corruption, earth, and worms; |
| Shall but refine this flesh |
| Till my triumphant spirit comes, |
| To put it on a fresh. |
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| God, my Redeemer lives, |
| And often from the skies |
| Looks down and watches all my dust, |
| Till He shall bid it rise. |
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| Arrayed in glorious grace, |
| Shall these vile bodies shine. |
| And every shape and every face, |
| Look heavenly and divine. |
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| These lively hopes we owe. |
| To Jesus’ saving love; |
| He would adore His grace below, |
| And sing His power above. |
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| Dear Lord, accept the praise, |
| Of these our humble songs, |
| Till tunes of noble sound we raise, |
| With our immortal tongues. |
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| AND NOW OUR MEETING IS OVER |
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| And now our meeting is over |
| Brothers we must part |
| And if I nevermore see you |
| I will love you in my heart |
| And well land on that shore, on that shore, on that shore |
| Yes, we’ll land on that shore, |
| And we’ll shout and sing forevermore. |
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| O, sisters now our meeting is over |
| O, sister we must part |
| And if I nevermore see you |
| I will love you in my heart |
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| O, children now our meeting is over |
| O, children we must part |
| And now if I nevermore see you |
| I will love you in my heart. |
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| And we’ll land on that shore, on that shore, on that shore |
| Yes, we’ll land on that shore and we’ll shout and sing forevermore. |
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| ANGELS GET MY MANSIONS READY |
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| Angels get my mansions ready |
| That my Savior promised me; |
| For my work will soon be over, |
| With Him, I will forever be. |
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| CHORUS |
| Angels, get my mansions ready, |
| For I am coming by and by |
| I am homesick now for Heaven, |
| For my mansions in the sky. |
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| Though my path be rough and thorny, |
| And the cross be hard to bear, |
| I will follow in His footsteps, |
| And a crown at last I’ll wear. |
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| Weary pilgrims in life’s journey, |
| Think it not in vain to try, |
| There’s a mansion up in Glory, |
| You shall enter by and by. |
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| Toil on just a little longer, |
| Through this rugged path below, |
| And your faith shall still be stronger, |
| And this glory you shall know. |
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| When we enter into Glory, |
| We shall find a happy seat, |
| And repeat the blessed story, |
| Of salvation at His feet. |
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| ARE YOU WASHED IN THE BLOOD |
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| Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? |
| Are you washed in the blood of the lamb? |
| Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? |
| Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
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| CHORUS |
| Are you washed in the blood? |
| In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb? |
| Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? |
| Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
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| Are you walking daily by the Saviors side? |
| Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
| Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? |
| Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
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| When the bridegroom cometh will your robes be white? |
| Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? |
| Will your soul be ready for the mansion bright? |
| And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
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| Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, |
| And be washed in the blood of the Lamb, |
| There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean. |
| Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb. |
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| AS MY SAVIOR WAS WALKING |
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| As my Savior was walking, |
| up Calvary's lonely hill |
| all the birds stopped their singing |
| all the leaves stood still |
| all the flowers in the field |
| seem to bow their lonely heads |
| as my Savior to Calvary was led. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| Tell me why, tell me why |
| did Jesus die on Calvary? |
| Tell me why did he suffer such agony? |
| For God so loved the world that he gave His only Son |
| That is why Jesus died for you and me. |
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| Oh they nailed His hands |
| and they pierced His side. |
| Oh the pain was so great |
| that the tears filled His eyes. |
| though He spoke not a word |
| till the last breath He drew |
| He said, "Father, forgive, |
| for they know not what they do." |
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| ATTEND YOUNG FRIEND |
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| Attend young friend, while I relate, |
| The dangers you are in. |
| The evils that around you wait, |
| While subjects unto sin. |
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| Although you flourish like the rose, |
| While in its branches green. |
| Your sparkling eyes in death must close, |
| No more will they be seen. |
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| In silent shades you must lie down, |
| Long in your grave to dwell, |
| Your friends will then stand weeping round. |
| And bid a long farewell. |
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| How small this world will then appear, |
| At that tremendous hour, |
| When you Jehovah’s voice shall hear, |
| And feel His mighty power. |
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| In vain you’ll mourn, your days are past, |
| Alas those days are gone, |
| Your golden hours are spent at last. |
| And never will return. |
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| O! come this moment, and begin, |
| While life’s sweet moments |
| Turn to the Lord, forsake all sin, |
| And He’ll forgive the past. |
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| AWAY FROM HIS HOME, HE DIED AT THE POST |
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| Away from his home and the friends of his youth |
| He hastened the herald of mercy and truth |
| For the love of the Lord and to seek for the lost, |
| Soon, alas! Was his fall, but he died at his post. |
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| Strangers eyes wept that in life’s bright bloom |
| One gifted so highly would sink to the tomb |
| For in order he led the van of his host |
| He fell like a soldier, he died at his post. |
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| He wept not himself that his warfare was done |
| The battle was fought, and the victory was won |
| But he whispered to those that his heart clung to most. |
| “tell my brethren for me that I died at the post.” |
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| Victorious was the fall, for he rose as he fell |
| With Jesus his Master in glory to dwell |
| He has passed O’er the stream and has reached bright coast. |
| For he fell like a martyr, He did at his post. |
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| And can we the words of his exit forget? |
| Oh, no, they are fresh in memory yet. |
| And example so bright shall never be lost |
| We will fall in the work, we will die at our post. |
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| BARABAS |
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| My name they call Barabas |
| and for murder they hold me |
| My sentence had been rendered |
| today I'll die nailed to a tree. |
| I denied that I was guilty |
| though I knew I was the man |
| Lord, I dread those rusty nails |
| they'll soon drive in my hands |
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| As I lay here in my prison |
| I'm living my last days. |
| The soldiers will be coming |
| to carry me away. |
| My soul is lost forever |
| in the flames down below. |
| I knew the law but didn't keep it |
| and I'm unprepared to go. |
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| The soldiers now are coming. |
| I hear the shuffle of their feet. |
| The angry mob is yelling |
| nail that traitor to a tree. |
| but they marched on by my prison |
| then the street was very quiet. |
| I just don't understand it |
| for they left me here alive. |
| My prison door swung open. |
| I saw a roman soldiers face. |
| He said, "fear not Barabas. |
| There was a man died in your place." |
| My heart began to tremble. |
| I said describe this man to me. |
| He said His name was Jesus |
| He was a Jew from Galilee. |
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| The soldier had on a raiment |
| and I saw the blood-stained spots. |
| He said this robe you see me wearing |
| I won by casting lots. |
| It belonged to that man Jesus. |
| He was such a humble man. |
| Not a word did He murmur |
| when the nails went through his hands. |
| Now friends, I'm not Barabas |
| but I'm the same type of man. |
| for the sins that I have committed |
| helped drive the nails through Jesus' hands. |
| If it hadn't been for Jesus |
| giving His life upon the cross |
| then me and old Barabas |
| and you would all be lost. |
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| BEAUTIFUL IS THE LAND WHERE I’M GOING |
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| Beautiful is the springtime when the flowers bloom, |
| When the cold, cold winds have blown away |
| Beautiful are the trees that grown on yonder hills. |
| Beautiful is the land where I am going. |
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| CHORUS |
| The land where tears of sorrow never flows, |
| The land where the body never grows old. |
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| Beautiful is the river flowing through the land, |
| And it never will run dry, |
| Beautiful are the people going to that land, |
| A land where there never will come night. |
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| CHORUS |
| The land where tears of sorrow never flows, |
| The land where the body never grows old. |
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| BEGGAR AND A KING |
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| What you see before you, I’ve not always been |
| I once was so broken and battered by sin |
| The story that I tell you is such a marvelous thing |
| How love brought together a beggar and a king. |
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| I TRADED FOR RICHES THE RAGS OF MY SOUL |
| I GAVE HIM THE PIECES AND HE MADE ME WHOLE |
| I BROUGHT TO HIM NOTHING AND HE GAVE ME EVERYTHING |
| OH, HE FOUND THE BEGGAR, I FOUND THE KING. |
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| You say its so hard for you to believe |
| Well all that I can say is that I agree |
| Of all the love stories this world has ever seen, |
| Thee will never be another greater |
| Than how Jesus loved me. |
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| BESIDE THE GOSPEL POOL |
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| Beside the gospel pool |
| Appointed for the poor |
| From time to time, my helpless soul |
| Has waited for a cure |
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| How often have I seen |
| The healing waters move |
| And others round me, stepping in |
| Their efficacy prove |
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| But my complaints remain |
| I feel the very same |
| As full of guilt, and fear, and pain |
| As when at first I came. |
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| O, would the Lord appear |
| My malady to heal |
| He knows how long I’ve languished here |
| And what distress I feel. |
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| How often have I thought |
| Why should I longer lie |
| Surely the mercy I have sought |
| Is not for such as I |
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| But whither can I go |
| There is no other pool |
| Where streams of sovereign virtue flow |
| To make a sinner whole. |
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| Here, then, from day to day |
| I’ll wait and hope and try |
| Can Jesus hear a sinner pray |
| Yet suffer him to die |
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| No, he is full of Grace |
| He never will permit |
| A soul, that fain would see his face |
| To perish at his feet. |
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| BETTER PLACES TO GO |
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| My life is almost over, |
| But it thrills my heart to know, |
| When it comes my time, |
| To leave this old world, |
| I’m so glad I’ve got |
| A better place to go. |
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| I’m so glad, I’m so glad |
| That I’ve got a better place to go, |
| When the curtain of time is sinking low, |
| I’m so glad I’ve got a better place to go. |
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| I place my trust in Jesus, |
| And I’ll journey up there I know, |
| When He calls I will answer, |
| “my Lord, here I am.” |
| I’m so glad, I’ve got a better placed to go. |
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| BEULAH LAND |
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| I'm kinda homesick for a country |
| to which I've never been before. |
| No sad goodbyes will there be spoken |
| for time won't matter anymore. |
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| Beulah Land I’m longing for you |
| and someday on thee I’ll stand. |
| There my home will be eternal. |
| Beulah land, sweet Beulah land. |
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| I'm looking now across the river |
| where my faith will end in sight. |
| there's just a few more days to labor |
| then I will take my heavenly flight. |
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| My loved ones now are waiting for me |
| I now see their robes of white. |
| The sweetest smiles upon their faces |
| That’s where the Savior is the light. |
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| I wonder when I'll take my journey. |
| I now see the end in sight. |
| It lies across the rolling Jordan |
| on yonder banks I see the light. |
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| BLACK TRAIN |
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| There's a long black train coming down the line |
| feeding off of the souls that are lost and crime. |
| Rails of sin only evil remains. |
| Watch out brother for that long black train. |
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| You can look to the heavens |
| You can look to the skies |
| You can find redemption there |
| and back unto your eyes. |
| There is protection and peace the same |
| burning your ticket for that long black train. |
| Cause there is victory in the Lord I say. |
| victory in the Lord. |
| Cling to the Father and His holy name |
| and don't go riding on that long black train |
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| There's an engineer on that long black train |
| making you wonder if the rides worth the pain. |
| He's just waiting on your heart to say |
| Let me ride on that long black train. |
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| But you know there's victory in the Lord I say, |
| victory in the Lord. |
| Cling to the Father and His holy name, |
| and don't go riding on that long black train. |
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| Well I can hear the whistle from a mile away |
| it sounds so good but I must stay away |
| That train is a beauty making everybody stare |
| but it's only destination is the middle of nowhere. |
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| But you know there's victory in the Lord I say, |
| victory in the Lord. |
| Cling to the Father and His holy name, |
| and don't go riding on that long black train. |
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| i say cling to the Father and His holy name |
| and don't go riding on that long black train. |
| Watch out brother for that long black train. |
| The Devil is driving that long black train. |
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| BOLD SOLDIERS ALL, ON YOU I CALL |
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| Bold soldiers all, on you I call, |
| Although we are but a few. |
| When you’ve done all, stand fast and keep |
| The glorious prize in view. |
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| The time draws nigh, when you and I |
| Must cross bold Jordan’s flood, |
| On wings of love, we’ll soar above, |
| And scale the mount of God. |
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| The city hath foundations twelve, |
| And golden gates the same. |
| And paved and set with diamonds bright, |
| On each engraved a name. |
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| All around this glorious city shines, |
| The walls of dazzling gold, |
| No mortal eye can reach so high, |
| Its glories to behold. |
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| I long to see my blessed God, |
| Who saved my soul from Hell. |
| I want to meet my brethren there, |
| In whom I love so well. |
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| BRETHREN, WE HAVE MET AGAIN |
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| Brethren, we have met again, |
| Let us join to pray and sing. |
| Jesus as the Savior reigns, |
| Praise Him in the highest strain. |
|
| Many days and weeks are past |
| Since we met together last. |
| Yet our lives do still remain |
| Here on earth we meet again. |
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| Many of our friends are gone, |
| To their eternal home. |
| They have left us here below, |
| Soon we after them shall go. |
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| Brethren, tell us how you do. |
| Does your love continue true? |
| Are you waiting for your King? |
| When He shall return again. |
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| Gracious is the Lord indeed, |
| To my soul in time of need. |
| Surely He has won my heart, |
| May I choose Him for my part? |
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| Jesus is my glorious king, |
| May our hearts be turned to sing,, |
| Praise Him, love Him evermore. |
| He’s the God whom we adore. |
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| BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD |
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| I've been living for Jesus the most of my life |
| over the hills and valleys so low |
| I've been tempted by trials, troubles and strife |
| Just to sit by the side of the road. |
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| In the shadows of the journey, when friends |
| seem so few |
| I cry for the Lord to be near. |
| I believe I heard Him walking in the cool of the day. |
| As I sit here by the side of the road. |
| Just ahead is the sunset when Jesus will say |
| No more work in the vineyard for you. |
| He will rock me to sleep in the cradle of time. |
| I'll awake in the harbor of love. |
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| When I move across the river inside the home gate |
| I may look through the window of time. |
| I may see a dear brother I've known on the way |
| sitting here by the side of the road. |
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| In the shadows of the journey, when friends seem so few |
| I cry for the Lord to be near. |
| I believe I heard Him walking in the cool of the day. |
| As I sit by the side of the road. |
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| BYE AND BYE |
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| There are loved ones now in glory, |
| Whose dear faces we often miss. |
| When you close your earthly story, |
| Will you join them in their bliss? |
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| CHORUS |
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| Will the circle be unbroken? |
| Bye and bye, bye and bye? |
| It’s a better home a waiting |
| In the skies, in the skies. |
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| O, the joyous days of childhood, |
| Often they tell of wondrous love. |
| Telling of the dying Savior, |
| Now they dwell with Him above. |
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| You remember the songs of Heaven |
| Which they sang with childish voice. |
| Do you love the hymns they taught you, |
| And make Heaven at last your choice? |
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| And remember happy greetings |
| Round the fireside long ago. |
| And you think of tearful partings. |
| When they left you here below. |
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| One by one their seats were empty. |
| One by one they went away. |
| Now the family is all parted. |
| Will it be complete one day? |
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| Now they wait for you up yonder, |
| On that blessed shining shore. |
| Will you meet me in that city? |
| When this toilsome life is over? |
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| Yes, I’ll meet you, precious loved one. |
| When I lay my armour by |
| In that home with all the family |
| In those mansions in the skies. |
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| I felt lonely, oh so lonely. |
| When my loved ones went away. |
| But I hope by God’s great mercy. |
| That we’ll meet again someday. |
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| CABIN ON THE HILL |
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| There’s a happy childhood home, |
| In my memory I can see. |
| Standing out upon the hill |
| ‘neath the shadow of the tree. |
| If I only had my way, |
| It would give my heart a thrill, |
| Just to simply wander back, |
| To the cabin on the hill. |
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| CHORUS |
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| Oh, I want to wander back, |
| To the cabin on the hill. |
| In the shadow of the tree, |
| I would like to linger still. |
| Just to be with those I love, |
| Joy my heart would overfill. |
| And I want to wander back, |
| To the cabin on the hill. |
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| I remember well the day, |
| It is fresh in memory. |
| Watching birds build their nest, |
| In the branches of the trees. |
| In my mind I see the spot, |
| Hear the rippling of the reels. |
| And I want to wander back |
| To the cabin on the hill. |
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| But the saddest of it all, |
| I can never more return, |
| To that happy childhood home, |
| Matters not how much I yearn, |
| But I’ll have a better home, |
| Where there’ll never come an ill, |
| Tis a mansion in the sky, |
| And it stands upon the hill. |
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| CITIES OF GOLD |
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| Where did you come from? |
| Where will you go? |
| To the mountains that surround you |
| Or to cities of gold? |
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| CHORUS |
| Cities of gold, cities of gold |
| Oh so lonely and so cold. |
| You can lose your very soul |
| Living in your cities of gold. |
|
| Won’t you listen to the music |
| As it sweetly fills the air. |
| It’s the song of our fathers and mothers |
| Aren’t you glad they’re still here. |
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| CHORUS |
|
| There is a land of a million secrets. |
| There is a man who gives us life. |
| Gives us all our earthly treasures. |
| Sadly hides his face and dies. |
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| CHORUS |
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| Oh, |
| The people said to Pharaoh |
| You better let our children go |
| Cause we’re tired of building your city |
| So you can live in cities of gold. |
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| CITY LIMITS OF HEAVEN |
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| Some wonderful day we’re leaving for glory |
| I’m going where time and eternity meet |
| We may see a sigh, city limits of heaven |
| Prepare for a change to enter the gate |
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| CHORUS |
| THIS CITY IS PURE,THERE’S NOTHING BUT HAPPINESS |
| THE PRESENCE OF |
| CHRIST ABOUNDS EVERYWHERE |
| ON TOP OF THE HILL AND DOWN BY THE RIVER |
| SOMEDAY I WILL JOIN THAT HEAVENLY CHOIR. |
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| We’ll leave all our cares and our earthly possessions |
| The burdens of life and the times we have cried |
| Not needing the house of this body we live in |
| We’ll have to change clothes while on the outside. |
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| I’m ready to claim my wardrobe in glory |
| Tailored for me and just the right size |
| I’ll dress like a king and walk with the angels |
| Good morning up there and never goodbye. |
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| CLIMBING THE MOUNTAIN |
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| Once I stood at the foot of a great high mountain, |
| Which I wanted so much to climb. |
| For on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain. |
| Which flows with the water of life. |
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| So I fell down on my knees at the foot of this mountain, |
| And I cried Lord, what must I do to climb this mountain, |
| And to drink from this fountain which I have now in view. |
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| Then I heard a sweet voice at the top of this mountain, |
| Saying, child put your hand in mine. |
| Start climbing slowly, watch your step on the ledges, |
| And take one step at a time. |
|
| So I started climbing slowly, just one step at a time. |
| The higher I got, the harder I climbed. |
| I’m still climbing upward and my journey’s almost through. |
| I’m nearing the top and you ought to see the view. |
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| Oh, the water flowing freely, there’s enough to make you free. |
| So friends, if you’re thirsty, |
| Climb this mountain with me. |
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| CLOUDS OPENED UP AND THERE STOOD JESUS |
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| Clouds opened up and there stood Jesus |
| clouds opened up and there stood Jesus |
| Saints of old were with Him there |
| You could hear praying everywhere |
| Clouds opened up and there stood Jesus |
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| Graves burst open everywhere |
| Graves burst open everywhere |
| Saints went flying through the air |
| You could hear shouting everywhere |
| Clouds opened up and there stood Jesus |
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| Gates of pearl swung open wide |
| Gates of pearl swung open wide |
| No more heartache no more tears |
| You couldn't hear praying anywhere |
| Clouds opened up and there stood Jesus |
|
| Saw the river of life run cool and clear |
| Saw the river of life run cool and clear |
| There sat God upon his throne |
| sure was glad I'd made it home |
| Clouds opened up and there stood Jesus |
| (Repeat first verse) |
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| COME SPRINGTIME |
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| Its been such a long time since my mother died, |
| It’s been such a long time, but I know she’s satisfied. |
| I have no loved ones like her since she’s went away, |
| But come springtime, I’ll plant pretty flowers on Mommy’s grave. |
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| If God would permit it, I’d bring my mommy home. |
| I believe I’d treat her better, more love could be shown. |
| I’d spend a little more time with her, before I would roam. |
| But come springtime, I’ll plant pretty flowers on Mommy’s grave. |
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| But now she’s up in Heaven, she’s with the angel band. |
| I know she’s there with Jesus, |
| They are happy in that land. |
| But oh! How I do miss her, |
| Since she has gone away. |
| But come springtime, I’ll plant pretty flowers on Mommy’s grave. |
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| COME, YE MOURNING PILGRIMS DEAR |
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| Come, ye mourning pilgrims dear |
| Who are bound for Canaan’s land |
| Take courage and flight valiantly |
| Stand fast with sword in hand |
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| Our captains gone before you |
| The fathers only son |
| Then pilgrims dear, don’t let us fear |
| But boldly travel on |
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| Good morning brother traveler |
| Pray, tell me what’s your name |
| And where it is you’re going to |
| Likewise from whence you came |
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| My name it is bold pilgrim now |
| To Canaan I am bound |
| I’m from the howling wilderness |
| From that enchanted ground |
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| Pray, what is that upon your head |
| Which shines so clear and bright |
| Likewise, the covering on your breast |
| So, dazzling to my sight |
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| What kind of shoes are those you wear |
| On which you boldly stand |
| Likewise, that shining instrument |
| You hold in your right hand |
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| Tis glorious hope upon my head |
| And on my breast a shield |
| And with this bright I mean to fight |
| Until I win the field. |
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| My feet are shod with a gospel grace |
| On which I boldly stand |
| I mean to fight until I die |
| And gain fair Canaan’s land |
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| You’d better stay with me, young man |
| And give your journey o’er |
| Your captain now is out of sight |
| His face you’ll see no more |
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| Tho my name is Apollyon |
| This land belongs to me |
| And for your arms and pilgrims dress |
| I’ll give it all to thee |
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| O no says the bold pilgrim then |
| Your offers I disdain |
| A glittering crown of glory bright |
| I shortly shall obtain |
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| And if I hold out faithful |
| Unto my Lord’s command |
| I shall be an heir of glory |
| In Canaan’s happy land |
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| Sweet rivers of salvation there |
| From Canaan’s land do roll |
| Bright beams from dazzling glory shall |
| Illuminate my soul |
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| CRIPPLED BOY |
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| Out in the yard was children playing a game one day |
| a little boy on crutches was watching wistfully |
| It was so hard he could not play like the other children do |
| They saw he was born a cripple and was a baby too |
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| His little heart was broken they would not let him play |
| Ashe went to his Mommy you could hear him softly say |
| I’m so tired Mommy and he bowed his little head |
| Please rock me for a little while before you put me to bed. |
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| When I get to Heaven Mommy will the angles let me play? |
| Or will they say I‘m a cripple and I’m in the way? |
| Here the children never want me I’m a bother they all say |
| When I get to Heaven Mommy, will the angles let me play? |
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| I wish my Daddy would come home before I go to sleep. |
| Would you tell him how I waited for his kiss upon my cheek? |
| That night while all was silent, the angles came that way |
| and they took him up to Heaven where he won’t have to say |
| (Repeat Chorus) |
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| His daddy had been out all night, out with the drunkards crowd |
| But when he heard about his little boy you could hear him scream so loud. |
| Oh, God would you please forgive me for the many wrongs |
| I have done. |
| And when I have to leave this world, I'll meet my darling son. |
| (repeat chorus) |
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| CRY FROM THE CROSS |
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| One morning in Jerusalem about the break of dawn |
| A great trial was in session, they tried our blessed Lord. |
| They scorned Him and they mocked. They made Him carry the Cross. |
| On top of Calvary Mountain the crucified my Lord. |
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| CHORUS |
| OH THE CRY (JESUS CRIED) FROM THE CROSS |
| “FORGIVE THEM BLESSED FATHER” HE DIED UPON THE CROSS. |
| OH THE CRY (JESUS CRIED) FROM THE CROSS |
| THE SON OF GOD WAS DYING TO SAVE THE WORLD FROM LOST. |
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| St. Peter, he denied him at that awful trial that night. |
| He said he never knew Him it was an awful sight. |
| He looked upon St. Peter with eyes of perfect love. |
| St. Peter’s heart was broken, He’d prayed to God above. |
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| CHORUS |
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| Crying Father it is finished, then He bowed His head and died. |
| The world was left in darkness, the graves were opened wide. |
| And earthquake shook Jerusalem, the dead walked into town, |
| The multitudes were frightened, God’s wrath came pouring down. |
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| DARK AND THORNY |
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| Dark and thorny is the desert |
| Through which pilgrims make their way |
| But beyond this vale of sorrow |
| Lie the realms of endless day |
| Dear young soldiers, do not murmur |
| At the troubles of the way |
| Meet the tempest, fight with courage |
| Never faint but watch and pray |
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| He whose thunder shakes creation |
| He that bids the planet rolls |
| He that rides upon the tempest |
| And whose scepter sways the whole |
| Jesus, Jesus will defend you |
| Trust in him, and him alone |
| He has shed His blood to save you |
| And will bring you to His throne |
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| There on flowers fields of pleasure |
| And the hills of endless rest |
| Joy and peace and love shall ever |
| Reign and triumph in your breast |
| There ten thousand flaming seraphs |
| Fly across the heavenly plain |
| There they sing immortal praises |
| Glory, glory is their theme. |
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| But, methinks a sweeter concert |
| Makes the crystal arches ring |
| And a song is heard in Zion |
| Which the angels love to sing |
| Who can paint those sons of glory |
| Ransomed souls that dwell on high |
| Who with golden harps forever |
| Sound redemption through the sky |
|
| See the heavenly host in rapture |
| Gazing on these shining bands |
| Wondering at their costly garments |
| And the laurels in their hands |
| There, upon the golden pavement |
| See the ransomed march along |
| While the splendid court of glory |
| Sweetly echo with their song |
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| Here I see the under shepherds |
| And the flock they fed below |
| Here with joy they dwell together |
| Jesus is their shepherd now |
| Hail, you happy, happy spirits |
| Welcome to the blissful plain |
| Glory, honor and salvation |
| Reign, sweet Jesus, ever reign |
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| DEAR FRIENDS, FAREWELL |
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| Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell, |
| Since you and I must part, |
| I go away and here you stay. |
| But still we’re joined in heart |
| Your love to me has been most free. |
| Your conversation sweet, |
| How can I bear to journey where |
| With you I cannot meet? |
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| Yet do I find my heart inclined, |
| To do my work below, |
| When Christ doth call, I trust I shall |
| Be ready there to go. |
| I leave you all, both great and small, |
| In Christ’s encircling arms, |
| Who can you save from the cold grave, |
| And shield you from all harms. |
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| I trust you’ll pray both night and day, |
| And keep your garments white; |
| For you and me, that we may be |
| The children of the light. |
| If you die first, anon you must, |
| The will of God be done, |
| I hope the Lord will you regard, |
| With an immortal crown. |
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| If I’m called home, whilst I am gone, |
| Indulge no tears for me: |
| I hope to sing and praise my King, |
| To all eternity. |
| Millions of years over the spheres, |
| Shall pass in sweet repost, |
| While beauty bright unto my sight, |
| Thy sacred sweets disclose. |
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| DEAR LORD HOLD MY HAND |
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| Dear Lord hold my hand, |
| And through this world lead me. |
| I’m a pilgrim on earth, so weary and worn. |
| Please give me your spirit, |
| To warn poor lost sinners, |
| Help me to bear up, |
| When they laugh me to scorn. |
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| Dear Lord, I’m trusting |
| Your Spirit to guide me. |
| And lead me away, from pitfalls of sin. |
| Please give me a mind, |
| To tell of your goodness, |
| I want to repeat it all over again. |
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| How you came to my rescue, |
| When all others had failed me. |
| When sinking so low in sickness and pain, |
| How you lifted me up, and by your grace, saved me. |
| How you saved my poor soul and forgave my sins. |
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| I’ll never forget, the love of my Savior |
| Dear Lord I know, I can lean upon Thee. |
| Dear Lord I take my hand, and lead me to Heaven, |
| Lead me onward to rest, by the beautiful sea. |
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| My Lord came to me in the hour of darkness |
| He lifted me up and saved my poor soul. |
| Come sinners and listen, I’ll tell you all about Him. |
| He’ll take all your burdens, |
| And make your heart whole. |
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| DEAR LORD, ITS UP TO YOU |
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| When I face a trial or test |
| and know I've done my best |
| and know somehow the Lord will see me through |
| When temptations come my way |
| I get down on my knees and pray |
| and I say, Dear Lord, it's up to you. |
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| There's a river deep and wide |
| and a mountain tall and steep |
| but you know I’ve been this way before |
| I'm much stronger Lord this time |
| and I now make it fine |
| cause that mountain just don't bother me anymore |
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| There’s a valley down below |
| and I know I'll have to go |
| to walk that lonely road again someday |
| but it's not so bad down there |
| with lilies blooming everywhere |
| and the Lord walking with me all the way |
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| Then I looked back down the road |
| where I laid my heavy load |
| and I see all the victory I have won |
| Sometimes I get a thrill |
| when I look back down the hill |
| and I see just what my Lord has brough me through. |
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| DEAR MOMMY, I LOVE YOU |
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| Dear Mommy, I love you |
| You’re always so kind and sweet. |
| And I get, oh, what a blessing, |
| When I kneel to wash your feet. |
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| For many years I’ve been praying, |
| Please God, grant me this plea. |
| Just let me be worthy |
| To wash my mommy’s feet. |
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| I can never praise Him enough, |
| He has made my life so sweet, |
| He’s filled my heart so full of love, |
| And makes me long to wash your feet. |
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| My prayers are now, that my two sisters |
| Will soon know the joys I have this day. |
| As I kneel once again before you, |
| To wash your feet and hear your praise. |
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| Sisters, if you want to make mommy happy |
| The best present you can ever give, |
| Fall on your knees this very day, |
| Repent and for my Savior, live. |
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| DUST ON THE ALTAR |
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| Children are scattered all over the land |
| we've lost our love for our fellow man. |
| Fathers and mothers are parted today |
| there's dust on the alter where we used to pray. |
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| Lets seek out the old path and walk there-in |
| our children are crying and dying in sin. |
| Satan is laughing as God's people stray |
| There's dust on the altar where we used to pray. |
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| Tears that were once shed for a brother in need |
| are now called old fashioned they're no longer seen. |
| Greed and proud hearts have gotten in the way |
| There's dust on the alter where we used to pray. |
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| EVERY MOMENT BRINGS ME NEARER |
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| Every moment brings me nearer, |
| To my long-sought rest above. |
| Higher mounts my soul and higher, |
| Oh, how happy to remove! |
| Then forever, I shall sing redeeming love. |
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| Soon shall I be gone to Glory, |
| Join the bright, angelic race. |
| There repeat the pleasing story, |
| I was saved by sovereign grace. |
| And forever, view my loving Saviors face. |
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| Though my burdens sore oppress me |
| And I shrink beneath my pain. |
| Jesus, He will soon release me, |
| And your loss will be my gain: |
| Precious Savior, with my Lord I shall remain. |
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| FAMILY REUNION |
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| Come one, come all to the family reunion. |
| With Mother and Daddy so sweet. |
| Come one, come all to the family reunion, |
| It might be the last we’ll meet. |
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| Now Mother is sick, she’s tired and weary, |
| She can’t go another mile. |
| She loved her children, and wants them near her |
| Once more to see them smile. |
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| What good will the roses do Mother up yonder? |
| Oh, why not give them today. |
| While Mother is living and loving her children, |
| To Mother its better that way. |
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| I’ll never forget the day Mother left me, |
| She said she was going home. |
| While Mother is waiting up there with the angels, |
| Her children are scattered and gone. |
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| Now Mother and Daddy are gone with the angels, |
| To that beautiful city so fair. |
| No more on earth for a family reunion, |
| Sweet Jesus has moved them up there. |
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| Come one, come all to the family reunion |
| To that city that lies four squares. |
| Come home, come home, to the family reunion |
| To that city that lies four squares. |
| Come home, come home to the family reunion, |
| Sweet Jesus has moved it up there. |
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| FAR AWAY IS A LAND |
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| Far away is a land where there’ll |
| Be no more heartaches |
| All the pain will be gone over there |
| And with the Lord I’ll be living upon streets of glory |
| Far away from this old troublesome world |
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| I have tasted the teardrops that fell on my pillow |
| And I have tasted the goodness of the Lord |
| And how I long for that day when |
| He calls me to meet Him |
| Far away from this old troublesome world |
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| Far away is a land where there’ll |
| Be no more heartaches |
| All the pain will be gone over there |
| And with the Lord I’ll be living |
| Upon streets of glory |
| Far away from this old troublesome world. |
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| I have stood by the bedside of my loved ones |
| I have heard them groan from the burdens they carry and say |
| It won’t be long till Jesus will come and take me |
| Far away from this old troublesome world. |
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| Far away is a land where there’ll |
| Be no more heartaches |
| All the pain will be gone over there |
| And with the Lord I’ll be living |
| Upon streets of glory |
| Far away from this old troublesome world. |
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| FAREWELL TO ALL BELOW |
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| Farewell, farewell to all below, |
| My Jesus calls and I must go. |
| I launch my boat upon the sea. |
| This land is not the land for me. |
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| This world is not my home |
| This world is not my home. |
| This world is all a wilderness, |
| This world is not my home. |
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| I found the winding path of sin, |
| A rugged path to travel in. |
| Beyond the chilly waves I see, |
| The land my Savior bought for me. |
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| O, sinners, will you not go? |
| There is room enough for you I know. |
| Our boat is sound, the passage free, |
| And there is a better land for thee. |
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| Farewell, dear friends, I cannot stay. |
| The home I seek is far away. |
| Where Christ is not, I cannot be, |
| This land is not the land for me. |
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| FAREWELL, DEAR BRETHREN |
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| Dear brethren and sisters, I bid you farewell |
| I’m sorry to leave you, I loved you so well |
| All you to love Jesus, a cross you must bear |
| And when you cross Jordan |
| A crown you must wear. |
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| My brethren and sisters, all joined in a band |
| Who feel love and friendship |
| Come give me your hand |
| The time is fast coming, |
| When we must all part |
| In the name of my Jesus |
| Hear my hand and my heart. |
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| Once more my dear brethren, I bid you farewell |
| Come follow the savior |
| Who redeemed us from Hell |
| On top of mount Calvary, he was nailed to wood |
| And from the spear head come water and blood. |
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| FAREWELL, FAREWELL TO ALL |
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| Farewell, my dear brethren, the times is at hand |
| That we must be parted from this social band |
| Our parting engagements now call us away |
| Our parting is needful and we must obey |
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| Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell for awhile |
| We’ll soon meet again if kind providence smile |
| But while we are parted, and scattered abroad |
| We’ll pray for each other and trust in the Lord |
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| Farewell, faithful soldiers, you’ll soon be discharged |
| The war will be ended, the bounty enlarged |
| With shouting and singing, though Jordan may roar. |
| You’ll enter fair Canaan and rest on the shore. |
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| Farewell, young brethren, just enlist for way |
| Sore trails await you, but Jesus is near |
| Although you may travel this dark wilderness |
| Your captain’s before you , he’ll lead you to peace. |
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| The world, and the devil, and sin, all unite |
| And bold persecution your souls to affright |
| But Jesus, your leader, is stronger than they |
| Let this animate you to march on your way. |
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| Farewell, trembling mourners, with sad, broken hearts |
| O hasten to Jesus and choose the good part |
| He’s full of compassion and mighty to save |
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| His arms are extended, your to receive |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell all around |
| Perhaps we’ll not meet til the last trumpet shall sound |
| To met you in glory, I give you my hand |
| Our Savior to praise, in a pure social land. |
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| FAREWELL, MOTHER, I AM DYING |
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| Farewell, Mother, I am dying, |
| But you must not weep for me. |
| I am happy, cease your sighing, |
| Soon with Jesus I shall be. |
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| Glory, Glory, Hallelujah |
| Soon with Jesus I shall be. |
| Soon with angels I’ll be singing, |
| In that home prepared for me. |
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| Just beyond the mystic river, |
| I can see my future home. |
| Where the loved ones dwell forever, |
| They are safely calling me home. |
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| He is calling me to Heaven, |
| To His holy happy place. |
| Every doubt from me is driven |
| He has saved me by His grace. |
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| Darling Mother, I must leave you, |
| For I can no longer stay. |
| Oh, let me not this parting grieve you, |
| For we’ll meet again some day. |
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| If the privilege is given, |
| To behold you from above. |
| Of times I’ll look down from Heaven, |
| In the face of one I love. |
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| FAREWELL, VAIN WORLD |
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| Farewell, vain world, I’m going home |
| My Savior smiles and bids me come, |
| Sweet angels beckon me away, |
| To sing God’s praises in endless day. |
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| I’m glad that I was born to die: |
| From grief and woe, my soul shall fly. |
| Bright angels shall convey me home, |
| Away to new Jerusalem. |
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| I’ll praise my Master, while I’ve breath, |
| I hope to praise Him after death. |
| I hope to praise Him when I die, |
| And shout salvation as I fly. |
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| I soon shall pass the vale of death, |
| And in His arms I’ll lose my breath. |
| And then my happy soul shall tell, |
| My Jesus hath done all things well. |
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| I soon shall hear the awful sound, |
| Awake ye nations underground. |
| Arise and drop your dying shrouds |
| And meet King Jesus in the clouds. |
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| Then I shall see my blessed God, |
| And praise Him in His bright abode, |
| My theme is blest eternity, |
| Shall glory, glory, glory be! |
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| FEED MY SHEEP |
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| There was a man, one day went walking, |
| Down by the sea of Galilee: |
| There He was Peter while fishing, |
| He said to him, come follow me. |
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| Peter left his ship to follow Jesus |
| No more was he to fish the deep: |
| And then a charge, Christ gave to Peter |
| Peter, you go and feed my sheep. |
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| I’ve led you down beside still water |
| In pastures green I’ve let you eat. |
| I’ve led you on the righteous pathway |
| Go feed my lambs, go feed my sheep. |
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| I had strayed in sin and golly, |
| Like sheep we had all gone astray. |
| He heard my cries in tender mercy, |
| He took my feet from the mire and clay. |
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| My soul rejoiced in His salvation. |
| His grace to me, it was so sweet. |
| Then I heard His voice so tender, |
| Son, you must go and feed my sheep. |
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| GABRIEL’S TRUMPET |
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| I want to live, so I’ll be ready |
| On that day when Jesus comes. |
| So I can go home with Him, |
| And not be left behind like some. |
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| I want to hear dear Gabriel’s trumpet, |
| When he blows it out so loud. |
| It will call us all together |
| Children wont we all be proud. |
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| I want to be one in that number, |
| That will be there on that day. |
| That will have the mark of Christians |
| And will start up on their way. |
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| I want to go where all is glory, |
| Where the sun will always shine. |
| Where I’ll be with all the Christians |
| There receive God’s love divine. |
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| I want to go where things are beautiful |
| Where we’ll be forever blessed. |
| Where we’ll forget all our sorrows, |
| And have everlasting rest. |
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| I want to walk in that city. |
| Where I know I’ll never grow old. |
| Where the walls are made of Jasper, |
| And the streets are made of gold. |
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| I want my loved ones to go with me. |
| To that mansion bright and fair. |
| Where there will be no separation |
| Won’t we all be happy there. |
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| GATHERING FLOWERS |
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| Death is an angel sent down from above, |
| Sent for the buds and the flowers we love. |
| Truly, tis so, for in Heaven’s own way, |
| Each soul is a flower in the Masters bouquet. |
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| GATHERING FLOWERS FOR THE MASTERS BOUQUET, |
| BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS THAT WILL NEVER DECAY |
| GATHERED BY ANGELS AND CARRIED AWAY |
| FOREVER TO BLOOM IN THE MASTERS BOUQUET. |
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| Loved ones are passing each day and each hour, |
| Passing away as the life of a flower. |
| But every bud and each blossom some day |
| Will bloom as a flower in the Master’s bouquet. |
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| Let us be faithful till life’s work is done, |
| Blooming with love till the reaper shall come. |
| Then we’ll be gathered together some day, |
| Transplanted to bloom in the Masters bouquet. |
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| GIVE ME JESUS |
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| While wondering to and fro |
| In this wide world of woe |
| Where streams of sorrow flow |
| Give me Jesus |
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| CHORUS |
| GIVE ME JESUS, GIVE ME JESUS |
| YOU MAY HAVE ALL THIS WORLD |
| GIVE ME JESUS |
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| When tears o’er flow mine eyes |
| When pressed by grief I sigh |
| Still this shall be my cry |
| Give me Jesus |
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| CHORUS |
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| When to the mercy seat |
| I go my Lord to meet |
| My heart shall still repeat |
| Give me Jesus |
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| CHORUS |
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| And when my faith is tried |
| In Him I will confide |
| And all the storms outride |
| Give me Jesus |
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| CHORUS |
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| Though strength and friends shall fail |
| And foes my soul assail |
| Through Him I shall prevail |
| Give me Jesus. |
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| GIVE ME THE ROSES WHILE I LIVE |
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| Give me the roses wile I live, |
| Trying to cheer me on, |
| Useless the flowers that you give, |
| After the soul is gone. |
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| Wonderful things that folks have said, |
| When they have passed away, |
| Roses adorn their narrow bed, |
| Over their sleeping clay. |
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| Now is the time for words of prayer. |
| A handshake and a friendly smile. |
| For words that are spoken while here we stay, |
| Are always worthwhile. |
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| Five me the handshake in this life, |
| That comes from a heart of love. |
| Don’t wait till death calls you away. |
| To do deeds that you call love. |
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| Don’t wait till death to do good deeds, |
| Till they have passed away. |
| Now is the time to sow good seeds |
| While here on earth we stay. |
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| Kind words are useless when folks die, |
| Cold is their narrow bed |
| Don’t wait till death to speak kind words, |
| Now should the words be said. |
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| GIVE MY MOTHER MY CROWN |
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| She labored so hard in this world below |
| She didn’t have things that most mothers would. |
| Raising her children on a widow’s small pay |
| Washing and ironing since Dad passed away. |
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| I WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN WHEN THIS LIFE IS O’ER |
| I WANT TO BE WITH JESUS ON ETERNITY’S SHORE |
| BUT IF I’VE A CROWN COMING WHEN REWARDS GO AROUND |
| PLEASE, BLESSED JESUS, GIVE MOTHER MY CROWN. |
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| I didn’t realize it when I was a lad. |
| Just how great a burden my mother had. |
| Adoption was offered, but mother said no. |
| She raised us and taught us the right way to go. |
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| GLORY LAND |
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| I'm going to a place so fair, there'll be no pain, |
| no sickness there. |
| For God Himself with His own hand |
| is gonna dry my tears in the Glory Land. |
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| Come go with me to the Glory Land |
| Come go with me, won't you take my hand? |
| What a time we'll have it'll be so grand, |
| Never more to die in the Glory Land. |
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| Standing on that shore I can see the blood washed throne |
| I can hear them singing they're singing a brand new song. |
| I've been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb |
| Never more to die in the Glory Land. |
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| O sinner hear me when I say, that this old world is gonna melt away |
| Then what would you give in exchange for your soul, |
| When your time shall come to go? |
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| GLORY, GLORY, HALLELUJAH |
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| Who’s that yonder in the distance |
| With his garment as white as snow |
| With a voice that sounds like thunder |
| Walking on the streets of gold. |
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| His appearance is like lightning |
| Setting high upon His throne |
| With ten thousand times ten thousand |
| Singing we finally made it home |
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah |
| Praise the Lamb forevermore |
| Praise the holy name of Jesus |
| Bless the Lord o my soul |
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| In that city, there’s a river |
| Flowing from God’s holy throne |
| Where the tree of life is blooming |
| Where the half has not been told |
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| GO REST HIGH ON THAT MOUNTAIN |
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| I know your life |
| on earth was troubled. |
| and only you could know the pain. |
| You weren't afraid to face the danger |
| you were no stranger to the rain |
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| Go rest high on that mountain |
| Son, your work on earth is done. |
| Go to Heaven a shoutin |
| Love for the Father and the Son. |
| Oh, how we cried the day you left us. |
| We gathered round your grave to grieve. |
| I wish I could see the angels faces |
| when they hear your sweet voice sing. |
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| GO THOU AND PROPHESY |
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| When Jesus Christ was here on earth |
| They said He was a spy |
| He healed the sick and raised the dead |
| Go thou and prophesy |
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| While passing by a sinful crowd |
| He heard a woman cry |
| If I could but his garment touch |
| I’d go and prophesy |
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| He said to Peter, James, and John |
| Tis written I must die |
| And shed my blood on Calvary |
| Go thou and prophesy |
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| They nailed Him to the rugged cross |
| They pierced Him in the side |
| He looked upon this sinful world |
| And bowed His head and died |
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| They laid Him in a lonely tomb |
| A guard stood by His side |
| They heard a voice from Heaven say |
| This is the Son of God |
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| GONE AWAY WITH A FRIEND |
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| I looked into the face of an old Saint of God. |
| I thought your race has ended |
| your life's crown you've won. |
| Separated for the present |
| But soon to live again. |
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| gone away with a friend, |
| someone closer than a brother |
| with somebody who loves you |
| more than children, dad or mother |
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| And he holds your very soul |
| in the palm of His hand. |
| Let it read on my tombstone |
| Gone away with a friend |
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| He's a constant companion |
| through life's joy and pain |
| all my hopes and cares |
| I hold in His dear name. |
| And when my soul breaks free |
| from these ties that hold me here |
| I'm going away with Jesus |
| no other friend so dear. |
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| GRACE, TIS A CHARMING SOUND |
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| Grace, tis a charming sound |
| Harmonious to the ear |
| Heaven with the echo shall resound |
| And all the earth shall hear |
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| Grace first contrived the way |
| To save rebellious man |
| And all the steps that grace displays |
| Which drew the wondrous plan |
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| Grace first inscribed my name |
| In God’s eternal book |
| Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb |
| Who all my sorrows took |
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| Grace led my roving feet |
| To tread the heavenly road |
| And new supplies each hour I meet |
| While pressing on to God |
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| Grace taught my soul to pray |
| And made my eyes o’erflow |
| Twas grace that kept me to this day |
| And would not let me go |
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| Grace all the works shall crown |
| Thro’ everlasting day |
| It lays in Heaven the topmost stone |
| And well deserves the praise. |
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| GRAY HAIRED MOTHER |
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| I saw a gray haired mother, so feeble and so lame |
| Her hands were bent and crippled |
| Her body racked with pain |
| But her voice was full of gladness upon her face a smile |
| As I looked at her in wonder, she said stop and talk awhile. |
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| I said, “Mother, you seem so feeble so lonely and so old |
| By friends and loved ones neglected, |
| Your life seems empty and cold |
| Pray, tell me what is your secret |
| Pray tell me what makes you smile.” |
| She said I have seen the Master |
| He stopped by my home for a while. |
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| He tells me a wonderful story of a mansion prepared for me |
| And he made me a wonderful promise |
| That I could go there someday |
| I know I’m alone and forsaken |
| My loved ones have all gone away |
| But I keep in touch with the Master |
| He stops for a visit each day |
| And soon I will go to that country |
| Someday I am going away |
| For someday the Master will visit |
| And take me to Heaven to stay. |
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| So I will tell you my secret |
| I’ll tell you why I can smile |
| I have been in touch with the Master |
| He stopped by to talk for a while. |
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| GREAT HIGH MOUNTAIN |
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| Once I stood at the foot of a great, high mountain |
| Which I wanted so much to climb. |
| For on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain |
| Which flowed with water of life. |
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| So I fell down on my knees at the foot of this mountain, |
| and I cried, Lord, what must I do to climb this mountain |
| and to drink from this fountain which I have now viewed. |
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| Then I heard a voice from the top of this mountain |
| Saying, Child put your hand in mine |
| Start climbing slowly, watch your step on the ledge. |
| and take one step at a time. |
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| So I started climbing slowly, just one step at a time. |
| The higher I got, the harder I climbed. |
| I'm still climbing upward and my journey's almost through. |
| I'm nearing the top and you ought to see the view. |
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| Oh, the water is flowing freely |
| There's enough to make you free |
| So friends, if you're thirsty |
| Climb this mountain with me. |
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| GREEN PASTURES |
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| Troubles and trials often beset us |
| Causing the weary-hearted to stray. |
| But we shall walk beside the still waters |
| With the good shepherd leading the way. |
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| GOING UP HOME TO LIVE IN GREEN PASTURES |
| WHERE WE SHALL LIVE AND DIE NEVER MORE |
| EVEN THE LORD WILL BE IN THAT NUMBER |
| WHEN WE HAVE REACHED THE HEAVENLY SHORE. |
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| We will not heed the voice of a stranger |
| For he will lead us unto despair. |
| Following on with Jesus, our Savior. |
| We shall all reach that country so fair. |
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| When we get home to that beautiful city, |
| Ever to live with Jesus, our King, |
| We can all sing the praises of glory |
| With the good shepherd, Jesus our King. |
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| GREEN PASTURES IN THE SKY |
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| My shepherd leads me up to Green Pastures |
| Where the clear sweet waters flow. |
| Though evil shadows are all around me, |
| I’m not afraid, he’s there I know. |
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| The storms will come and rage around me |
| I’m not afraid he is my shield |
| When I am weary alone and forsaken |
| He lifts me up He is so real. |
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| Though I may stray in the fields that are barren |
| Where danger awaits me I may go |
| The Master will search until He finds me, |
| He’ll guide me back into His fold. |
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| I’m one of His sheep, He’ll love and protect me. |
| When I call He’s there close by. |
| The day draws nigh for the final journey, |
| To that green pasture in the sky. |
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| GUIDE ME O THOU GREAT JEHOVAH |
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| Guide me, O Thou Great Jehovah, |
| Pilgrim through this barren land. |
| I am weak, but Thou are Mighty. |
| Hold me with Thy powerful hand. |
| Bread of Heaven Bread of Heaven, |
| Feed me till I want no more. |
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| Open Thou the crystal fountains |
| Whence the healing streams do flow. |
| Let the fiery cloudy pillar |
| Lead me all my journey through. |
| Strong Deliverer, Strong Deliverer |
| Be Thou still my strength and shield. |
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| Feed me with the Heavenly manna, |
| In this barren wilderness, |
| By my sword and shield and banner |
| Be my robe and righteousness. |
| Fight and conquer, fight and conquer |
| All my foes by sovereign grace. |
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| When I tread the verge of Jordan |
| Bid my anxious fears subside. |
| Death of deaths and Hell’s destruction |
| Land me safe on Canaan’s side |
| Songs of Praises, Songs of Praises |
| I will ever give to Thee. |
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| HALLELUJAH SQUARE |
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| I saw a blind man tapping along |
| Losing his way, as he passed through the throng |
| Tears filled my eyes, I said, “Friend you can’t see.” |
| But, with a smile on his face, he replied to me |
| “I’ll see all my friends in Hallelujah Square, |
| What a wonderful time we’ll all have up there |
| We’ll sing and praise Jesus, His glory to share, |
| And you’ll not see one blind man in Hallelujah Square. |
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| Now, I saw a cripple dragging his feet, |
| He couldn’t walk like we do down the street, I said |
| “My friend, I feel sorry for you, “ but he said |
| “Up in Heaven, I’m gonna walk just like you\ |
| I’ll see all my friends in Hallelujah Square, what a |
| Wonderful time we’ll all have up there |
| We’ll sing and praise Jesus, His glory to share, and |
| You’ll not see one cripple in Hallelujah Square.” |
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| And I saw an old man, gasping for breath |
| Soon he’d be gone, as his eyes closed in death |
| He looked at me and said, “Friend don’t look so blue |
| For I’m going up to Heaven, now how about you? |
| I’ll see all my friends in Hallelujah Square |
| What a wonderful time we’ll all have up there |
| We’ll sing and praise Jesus, His glory to share, |
| And we’ll all live forever in Hallelujah Square!’’ |
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| HAPPY IN ETERNITY |
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| O ye young, ye gay, ye proud! |
| You must die and wear the shroud |
| Time will rob you of your bloom |
| Death will drag you to your tomb |
| Then you’ll cry I want to be |
| Happy in eternity. |
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| Will you go to Heaven or Hell? |
| One you must, and there to dwell |
| Christ will come and quickly too |
| I must meet Him so must you |
| Then you’ll cry I want to be |
| Happy in eternity |
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| The judgement throne will soon appear, |
| All this world shall then draw near. |
| Sinners will be driven down |
| Saints will wear a starry crown. |
| Then you’ll cry I want to be |
| Happy in eternity. |
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| HEAVEN SWEET HEAVEN |
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| Oh, Heaven, sweet Heaven how I long for thee |
| When will I ever get there? |
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| I've got a Father, I'm longing to see. |
| He's gone up there to wait for me. |
| Oh, Heaven sweet Heaven how I long for thee. |
| When will I ever get there? |
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| I've got a mother I'm longing to see. |
| She's gone up there to wait for me. |
| Oh Heaven, sweet Heaven how I long for thee. |
| When will I ever get there? |
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| I've got a Savior, I'm longing to see |
| He's gone up there to wait for me. |
| Oh, Heaven sweet Heaven how I long for thee. |
| When will I ever get there? |
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| HEM OF HIS GARMENT |
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| A woman one day tried many physicians, |
| but rather grew worse. |
| In the Bible we're told |
| But when she heard |
| she then went to Jesus, and found what she needed for body and soul. |
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| If I could but touch the hem of His garment |
| If I could but touch some part of His robe. |
| I know I'd be healed, my sins all forgiven. |
| If I could but touch Him, I know I'd be whole. |
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| Blind Barnabas stood by the wayside begging |
| No one to help him down life’s rugged way |
| But Jesus came by and heard his sad crying |
| He touched his blind eyes, and healed him that day. |
| Jesus one day walked the road up to Calvary |
| and there, He was hanged on an old rugged cross. |
| that you and I could life everlasting, |
| He died on the cross, just to save my poor soul. |
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| HERE AT THEY TABLE, LORD, WE MEET |
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| Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet |
| Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet |
| To feed on food divine |
| The body is the bread we eat |
| Thy precious blood the wine |
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| Here peace and pardon sweetly flow |
| O! what delightful food |
| We eat the bread and drink the wine |
| But think on nobler good |
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| Deep was the suffering He endured |
| Upon the accursed tree |
| For me each welcome guest may say |
| Twas all endured for me |
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| Sure there was never love so free |
| Dear Savior, so divine |
| Well thou mayst claim that heart of me |
| Which owes so much to Thine |
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| While thus we mourn, we would rejoice |
| And as thy cross we see |
| Let each exclaim, in faith and hope |
| The Savior died for me |
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| And while we join to celebrate |
| The sufferings of our Lord |
| May we receive new grace and power |
| To obey His holy word. |
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| HERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW |
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| Last week I played with a little baby |
| I thought how soon it would be a man |
| but today for the last time Daddy rocked the cradle |
| It's fevered brow burned his loving hand. |
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| Here today and gone tomorrow |
| that's the way of life in this world is |
| Here today and gone tomorrow |
| there must be a better a better world than this. |
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| Dad worked hard to raise his family |
| But the time to retire for him had come |
| We all gathered home for the celebration |
| God called him, Daddy's work was done |
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| Birds a singing in my flower garden |
| one summer day they seemed to stay |
| But Autumn comes chilling winds blowing |
| my flowers died, the little birds flew away. |
| (Chorus) |
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| HIS BURDENS ARE GREATER |
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| While traveling down a lonely highway |
| I knew not where the road would end. |
| Not a penny in my pocket |
| all alone without a friend. |
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| In a little country village I met a man |
| and he was blind as I helped him across the highway |
| Oh, Lord! I cried his burdens are greater than mine. |
| I can see the light of day and I need not feel my way. |
| Yes, his burdens are greater than mine. |
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| Met a lad on my travels, trying hard to play a game. |
| Though his legs were very crippled and he could not say his name. |
| Yet he smiled in understanding, though life to him had been so unkind. |
| As I watched I cried in sorrow Oh Lord I see. |
| His burdens are greater than mine. |
| I can say my name out loud and make my way among the crowd |
| Yes his burdens are greater than mine. |
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| Just by chance I passed a graveyard |
| I saw a young man kneeling there |
| in his hands there were some roses |
| on his lips there was a prayer. |
| on a stone these words were written |
| Your soul is Gods your memories mine. |
| As I watched I cried in sorrow Oh Lord |
| I can see his burdens are greater than mine. |
| Yes his burdens are greater than mine. |
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| HOLD MY HAND, LORD |
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| Hold my hand, Lord, hold my hand |
| Hold my hand, Lord, hold my hand |
| While I’m on this tedious journey, Lord, |
| I need Thee every day, to walk with me |
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| You’ve walked with my mother, walk with me |
| You’ve walked with my mother, walk with me |
| While I’m on this lonesome journey, Lord, |
| I need Thee every day, to walk with me. |
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| Hold my hand, Lord, hold my hand |
| Hold my hand, Lord, hold my hand |
| While I’m on this tedious journey, Lord |
| I need thee every day, so walk with me. |
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| You’ve walked with my father, walk with me |
| You’ve walked with my father, walk with me |
| As he traveled through this land |
| I need Thee every day, to walk with me. |
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| HOLD ON JUST A LITTLE WHILE LONGER |
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| Christians, we are living in the last and evil day |
| And I know our way is gonna be hard |
| But remember if God be for us |
| He’s more than the whole world against us. |
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| WE GOT TO HOLD ON JUST A LITTLE WHILE LONGER |
| HOLD ON JUST A LITTLE WHILE |
| ONE OF THESE DAYS EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT |
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| There was a place called Egypt land |
| It was under Pharaoh’s command |
| And held my God’s people in bondage there |
| When they would pray they had to steal away. |
| These are the words I believe God’s people would say. |
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| It was in my God’s plan to send Moses down to Egypt land |
| He said, “Moses go tell old Pharaoh, he better let my people go!” |
| And as Moses was passing by, I believe he heard |
| His troubled brothers cry. |
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| Moses led the children of Israel down to the |
| Banks of the Red Sea |
| Some of them feared in their mind |
| Pharoah’s army was close behind |
| Moses said, “children, don’t be afraid, |
| God’s on our side, He does just what He says.” |
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| CHORUS |
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| Moses had a rod in his hand, he stretched it out |
| They walked across on dry land |
| When they had reached the other side |
| Moses saw that everyone was alright |
| He turned around stretched out the rod again |
| Pharaoh’s army was all drowned. |
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| CHORUS |
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| Now when your burdens get so heavy, |
| And you think you can’t go on |
| They you heard Jesus whisper |
| Don’t worry child you’ll soon be home |
| Gonna take you home to Heaven, |
| To that land of pure delight, |
| Just hold on a little bit longer |
| Hold on just a little bit longer. |
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| HOME SWEET HOME |
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| An alien from God and a stranger to Grace, |
| I wander through earth its gay pleasures to trace. |
| In the pathway of sin I continued to roam, |
| Unmindful, alas! That it led me from home. |
| Home, home, sweet, sweet home. |
| O Savior direct me to Heaven, my home. |
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| The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away. |
| They bloom for a season, but soon they decay. |
| But pleasures more lasting, in Jesus are given |
| Salvation on earth and a mansion in Heaven. |
| Home, home, sweet, sweet home. |
| The saints int hose mansions are over at home. |
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| Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms |
| The Savior invites me, I’ll go to His arms |
| At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room. |
| O there may I feast with His children at home. |
| Home, home, sweet, sweet home. |
| O Jesus conduct me to Heaven, my home. |
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| The days of my exile are passing away. |
| The time is approaching when Jesus will say |
| “Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne, |
| And dwell in my presence forever at home.” |
| Home, home, sweet, sweet home |
| O there I shall rest with my Savior at home. |
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| Affliction and sorrow and death shall be o’er |
| The saints shall unite to be parted no more. |
| Their loud Hallelujah’s fill Heaven’s high dome |
| They dwell with the Savior forever at home. |
| Home, home, sweet, sweet home. |
| They dwell with the Savior forever at home. |
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| HOW DEEP DOES A MOTHER'S LOVE GO |
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| As I sit here today, I think of my children |
| of the dear ones I love, who are wandering in sin. |
| And I pray to my God that He will watch o'er them |
| That some wonderful day they will be born again. |
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| Will they ever return to the God of their father |
| the most kind loving father that a child could know. |
| He labored and toiled so hard just to raise them |
| But like the prodigal son they were determined to go. |
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| Will they ever return to the God of their mother> |
| Who so often on her knees, in prayer she does go. |
| Oh, how often the times she is longing to see them |
| Oh children how deep does a mothers love go? |
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| Oh, Jesus today please watch o'er my children. |
| Cause them to return to the home they once knew. |
| No matter how far in sin they may wander |
| I trust you dear Lord but oh, how I love them so. |
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| Oh Angels I ask you please carry this message |
| to the heart of my love ones, wherever they may be |
| Just tell them that mother is still begging Jesus |
| to keep them from harm and send them back to me. |
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| HOW GREAT THOU ART |
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| O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder |
| Consider all the worlds thy hands have made. |
| I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder |
| They powers throughout the universe displayed. |
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| THEN SINGS MY SOUL, MY SAVIOR GOD TO THEE, |
| HOW GREAT THOU ART, HOW GREAT THOU ART. |
| THEN SINGS MY SOUL, MY SAVIOR GOD TO THEE |
| HOW GREAT THOU ART, HOW GREAT THOU ART. |
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| When through the woods, and forest glades wander. |
| And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees |
| When I look down from lofty mountains grandeur |
| And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze. |
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| And when I thank God, His Son not sparing |
| Sent Him to die I scarce can take it in. |
| That on the cross my burdens gladly bearing |
| He bled and died to take away my sins. |
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| When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation |
| And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart. |
| Then I shall bow in humble adoration |
| And there proclaim, my God How Great Thou Art! |
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| HOW HAPPY ARE THEY |
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| How happy are they who their Savior obey? |
| And whose treasures are laid up above. |
| Tongue cannot express the sweet comfort and peace, |
| Of the soul in its earliest love. |
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| That comfort was mine, when the favor divine |
| I first found in the blood of the Lamb. |
| When my heart it believed wheat a joy I received. |
| What a Heaven in Jesus’ name. |
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| Twas a Heaven below my Redeemer to know |
| And the angels could do nothing more. |
| Than to fail at His feet and the story repeat |
| And the Savior of sinners adore. |
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| Jesus all the day long was my joy and my song |
| O, that more His salvation might see. |
| He hath loved me I cried He hath suffered and died. |
| To redeem such a rebel as me. |
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| On the wings of His love I was carried above. |
| All sin, and temptation and pain! |
| I could not believe |
| That I ever should grieve |
| That I ever should suffer again. |
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| HOW I COME TO LOVE |
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| How I come to love these pilgrims |
| Is to me a great surprise. |
| And the way the Lord has blessed me |
| Is a wonder to my eyes. |
| O, I never thought I’d love them |
| But I’m happy now to say |
| That although I used to hate them |
| I am one of them today. |
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| It so shocked me that I could not |
| All my indignation hide |
| When they said that God’s old Bible |
| Never would endorse my pride |
| I was exalted, proud, and haughty, |
| Yet I heard the spirit say |
| Will you be a humble pilgrim? |
| Now I’m one of them today. |
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| Now I feel constrained to tell it |
| For I love the old time way |
| I am happy, hallelujah, |
| For I’m one of them today |
| When the spirit works within you |
| And you cannot stay away |
| Drop your pride and gently follow |
| In the good old fashioned way. |
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| HOW MANY TIMES |
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| I am living in a land of trouble and sorrow. |
| Sometimes the burdens seem so hard to bear. |
| But I have a Savior who is always beside me. |
| When I need a friend my Jesus is there. |
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| LORD, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU CAUGHT ME WHEN I STUMBLED? |
| EVERY TIME THAT I NEED YOU, I FIND YOU ARE THERE |
| WHEN STORM CLOUDS ARE GATHERING, I FEEL YOU ARE NEAR ME. |
| LORD, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU ANSWERED MY PRAYERS? |
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| How many times does the way seem so dreary? |
| How many sorrows do I have to bear? |
| How many times do I ask you to help me? |
| Lord, How many times have you answered my prayers? |
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| Lord how many times have I prayed for my children? |
| For I know that temptations are many today. |
| And you know that I love them and I know they’re in danger. |
| As the storm clouds are gathering, Lord, show them the way. |
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| HOW TEDIOUS AND TASTELESS THE HOUR |
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| How tedious and tasteless the hour |
| When Jesus no longer I see |
| Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers |
| Have all lost their sweetness to me. |
| The midsummer sun shines but looks dim |
| The fields strive in vain to look gay |
| But when I am happy in Him |
| December’s as pleasant as May. |
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| His name yields the richest perfume |
| And sweeter than music His voice |
| His presence disperses my gloom |
| And makes all with me rejoice |
| I should were He always thus nigh |
| Have nothing to wish or to fear |
| No mortal so happy as I |
| My summer would last all the year. |
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| Content with beholding His face |
| My all to His pleasure resign |
| No changes of seasons or place |
| Would make any change in my mind |
| While blessed with a sense of His love |
| A palace a toy would appear |
| And prisons would palaces prove |
| If Jesus would dwell with me there. |
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| How wide is the river of Jordan |
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| The saint lay down to sleep one night |
| God gave her a dream |
| She looked into the distance |
| And saw the River of Jordan stream |
| As she looked across the river |
| The water looked so deep |
| And on the other side of the raging tide |
| The bank looked so steep |
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| How wide is the river of Jordan |
| How rushing the tide |
| Lord, it just looks so far to the other side |
| How wide is ol Jordan |
| How deep is it’s stream |
| Holding to the Saviors hand |
| It’s not as wide as it seems. |
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| Now when she came to the rivers edge |
| Much to her surprise |
| It just took one step to get to the other side |
| Now when I come to the crossing |
| My friends don’t you cry |
| For I’ve got one step to take to |
| Get to the other side. |
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| Now when the morning time had come |
| The saint she awoke |
| As she pondered on the dream she had |
| She knew the Lord had spoke |
| And as she thought about that river |
| The fear of death was gone |
| For there’s just one step to take to her brand new home |
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| I AM A LITTLE SCHOLAR |
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| I’m a little scholar, I daily go to school |
| To learn of Master Jesus, His perfect holy rules. |
| The scholars all do love Him, He is so kind and free. |
| Come all ye careless sinners, and go to school with me. |
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| I am a little Christian, the Lord hath made me so, |
| All over a new creature, what wonders can he do. |
| I love the things I hated, I hate the things I loved. |
| My Master is preparing me to reign with Him above. |
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| I am a little preacher, I preach the Gospel free. |
| What’er my Master gives me, I give it all away. |
| And when my heart is empty, I go to Master’s store. |
| He smiles in love upon me, and gives me all the more. |
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| I am a little poet, I wrote this little song, |
| And oft times it doth cheer me, when I am all alone |
| And if there is another, who would wish to learn the same. |
| I pray the Lord to set their souls all in a heavenly flame. |
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| I AM A LITTLE TRAVELER |
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| I am a little traveler, a traveling through this land, |
| I am hasting on my journey which is short to every man. |
| I am pressing onward, to reach that happy goal. |
| Where I shall see my Savior, when the pearly gates unbar. |
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| I have a little Savior who is walking by my side. |
| No matter where I travel, my Jesus is my guide. |
| I’ll follow where He leads me, though the way be rough and steep. |
| He never will forsake us, He watches while I sleep. |
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| I have a little Bible, which is comforting to me. |
| And oft times you will find me, with it on my knee. |
| It tells us of a shepherd, who watches o’er His sheep. |
| He leads them on to fountains, where the water’s fresh and deep. |
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| I have a little patch of earth, just six feet long and deep, |
| Where I shall moulder back to dust, and take my peaceful sleep. |
| Until that great mourning, when all nations shall arise. |
| On wings of love, as a turtle dove, go shouting through the skies. |
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| I have a little ticket, He purchased with His blood, |
| Upon the cross of Calvary, beneath the crimson flood. |
| It is a one-way ticket, that calls for Heaven’s short |
| Where we shall live forever, and parting is no more. |
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| I AM A TRAVELING CREATURE |
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| I am a traveling creature |
| a traveling through this land |
| today I am a warning |
| to woman and to man |
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| Mother hold my dying head; |
| o Mother hold up my head; |
| Mother hold up my dying head; |
| for death has laid his hand on me. |
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| I saw a weeping woman |
| in a far off distant land. |
| She came to me a mourning |
| and gave to me her hand. |
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| I ask that dying woman |
| if she ever tried to pray. |
| She said " I did this morning" |
| but the spirit said "too late" |
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| My parents always taught me |
| there was a burning Hell |
| but the way that death has summoned me |
| no human tongue can tell |
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| come now, my friends and neighbors |
| the truth to you I'll tell |
| Repent and live for Jesus |
| and escape that burning Hell. |
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| I AM A WANDERING SHEEP |
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| I was a wandering sheep, |
| I did not love the fold |
| I did not love my shepherd’s voice. |
| I could not be controlled. |
| I was a wayward child |
| I did not love my home, |
| I did not love my father’s voice. |
| I loved afar to roam. |
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| The shepherd sought His sheep. |
| The Father sought His child. |
| He followed me on vale and hill. |
| O’er deserts waste and wild |
| He found me nigh to death, |
| Famished and faint and low, |
| He bound me with the band of love. |
| He found the wandering one. |
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| Jesus my shepherd is, |
| Twas He that loved my soul |
| Twas He that washed me in His blood |
| Twas He that made me whole. |
| Twas he that brought me to the fold. |
| Tis He till death shall keep. |
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| I AM BLESSED |
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| Through the sunshine and the rain |
| Even sorrow and pain |
| Jesus still is my comfort and guide |
| And His love comforts me, His grace |
| Has set me free |
| And some day I shall stand by His side. |
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| I AM BLESSED, I AM BLESSED |
| EVERYDAY THAT I LIVE I AM BLESSED |
| WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING |
| TIL I LAY MY HEAD TO REST |
| I AM BLESSED, I AM BLESSED |
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| I have shoes for my feet, I have plenty to eat |
| And a home up in Heaven by and by |
| Brothers and sisters here on earth |
| They are mine through my new birth |
| And we’ll share in that home beyond the sky |
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| When I think of where he found me |
| Bought and gave me Heaven’s best |
| Just a sinner saved by grace |
| I am blessed |
| I will lift my hands to praise Him |
| For He’s brought me through this test. |
| I will praise His name forever, I am blessed |
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| We are blessed, we are blessed |
| Every day that we live we are blessed |
| When we wake up in the morning |
| Til we lay our head to rest |
| We are blessed, we are blessed. |
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| I AM DWELLING |
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| I am dwelling on the mountain |
| Where the golden sunlight gleams |
| In a land of wondrous beauty |
| That for exceeds my fondest dreams |
| Where the air is pure and real |
| Laden with the breath of flowers |
| They are blooming by the fountain |
| Sprinkled by the heavenly showers. |
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| I can see far down the mountain |
| Where I wonder’d many years |
| Often hinder’d in my journey |
| By the ghost of doubts and fears |
| Broken vows and disappointments |
| Quickly sprinkled long the way |
| But the spins led unerring |
| To this land I hold today. |
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| I am drinking from this fountain |
| Where I ever shall abide |
| For I’ve tasted life’s pure river |
| And now my soul is satisfied |
| There’s no thirsting for the pleasures |
| Of this life we know today |
| For I’ve found a richer pleasure |
| One that fadeth not away. |
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| Here I’ve found no heavy crosses |
| Nor no burdens hard to bear |
| But I’ve found that sweet salvation |
| That I sought for many years |
| O, how I love to follow Jesus |
| Counting worldly gain as loss |
| Worldly honors all forsaking |
| For the glory of the cross |
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| To bear the cross will lead to glory |
| Saints have proved this to be true |
| When I’m in the way so narrow |
| I can see a pathway through |
| Oh how sweetly Jesus whispers |
| Take the cross thou needst not fear |
| For I’ve tried this way before you |
| And your glory lingers near. |
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| I AM NOT ASHAMED |
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| I’m not ashamed to own my Lord, |
| Or to defend His cause, |
| Maintain the honor of His word. |
| The Glory of His cross. |
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| Jesus, my God, I know His name, |
| His name is all my trust; |
| Nor will He put my soul to shame, |
| Or let my soul be lost. |
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| Firm as His throne, His promise stands, |
| And He can well secure. |
| What I’ve committed to His hands, |
| Tis the decisive hour. |
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| Then will He own my worthless name, |
| Before His Father’s face, |
| And in the new Jerusalem |
| Appoint my soul a place. |
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| I AM ON THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW |
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| I am on the straight and narrow |
| Guided by my Savior’s hand |
| Got a hope I’ll live forever |
| And a home in Heaven’s land. |
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| I remember when Jesus found me |
| The condition I was in |
| Oh, the sorrow I encountered |
| Till I felt His mighty hand. |
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| I got scared He would not hear me |
| That I had crossed the boundary line |
| Oh, how well I do remember |
| The mountain Jesus helped me climb. |
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| How my soul did leap for joy |
| When I first viewed Canaan’s land |
| How the angels did rejoice |
| The night that I was born again. |
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| Now I’m looking for His coming |
| Waiting for His final call |
| When I’ll be with Him forever |
| Come, you’re welcome, one and all. |
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| I AM THE MAN, THOMAS |
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| I am the man, Thomas, I am the man |
| Look at the nail scars here in my hand |
| They drove me up the hill, Thomas |
| I am the man. |
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| They made me carry the cross, Thomas |
| I am the man |
| They crowned my head with thorns |
| They nailed me to the cross, Thomas |
| I am the man. |
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| They pierced me in the side, Thomas |
| I am the man |
| I died on the cross, Thomas I am the man |
| They buried me in the tomb. Thomas |
| I am the man |
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| In three days I arose, Thomas, I am the man |
| I am the man, Thomas, I am the man |
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| I CAME TO THE SPOT |
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| I came to the spot where the white pilgrim lay |
| And pensively stood by his tomb |
| When in a low whisper I heard something say |
| How sweetly I sleep here alone. |
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| And gathering storms may arise |
| Yet calm are my feelings at rest in my soul |
| The tears are all wiped from my eyes |
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| I bade my companions farewell |
| I left my dear children, who now for me mourn |
| In a far distant region to dwell |
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| No kind hand or relation was nigh |
| It met the contagion and sank in the tomb. |
| My spirit to Mansions on high |
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| To weep not for me though I’m gone |
| The same hand that led me through scenes dark and drear, |
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| And pensively stood by his tomb |
| When in a low whisper I heard something say |
| How sweetly I sleep here alone |
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| And gathering storms may arise |
| Yet calm are my feelings at rest in my soul |
| The tears are all wiped from my eyes |
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| I bad my companions farewell |
| I left my dear children, who now for me mourn, |
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| Contagion and sand in the tomb |
| My spirit to mansions on high. |
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| To weep not for me though I’m gone |
| The same hand that led me through scenes |
| Dark and drear |
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| I CAN SEE MY SAVIOR DYING |
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| I can just see my Savior dying |
| On the cross of Calvary |
| I can hear Savior saying, |
| It is finished o let it be |
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| Hear Him groaning, hear Him crying |
| On the cross of Calvary |
| Look, oh look, He is now dying |
| Dying there for you and me |
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| Down in dark Gethsemane |
| I can hear my Savior saying |
| Let this cup now pass from me. |
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| On the cross of Calvary |
| Look o look He is now dying |
| Hanging there for you and me. |
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| I CAN'T EVEN WALK WITHOUT YOU HOLDING MY HAND |
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| I thought I could be what I wanted to be. |
| I thought I could build on life’s sinking sand |
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| The mountains too high and the valleys too wide |
| Down on my knees I leaned to stand. |
| Because I can't even walk without |
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| I thought I could make it all alone. |
| I thought of myself as a mighty big mean. |
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| I DON’T DREAD THE TRIP HOME |
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| HE SAID HE’D NEVER LEAVE OR FORSAKE ME |
| THAT MEANS I WON’T MAKE THIS JOURNEY ALONE |
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| SO SOMEHOW I DON’T DREAD THE TRIP HOME |
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| There is nothing more here I care to see |
| There’s so much pain and sorrow |
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| I FEEL LIKE GOING ON |
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| I have started for Thy kingdom |
| I am on my journey home |
| I shall reach the better country |
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| YES, I FEEL LIKE GOING ON |
| OH, I FEEL LIKE GOING ON |
| I AM ON MY WAY TO ZION |
| AND I FEEL LIKE GOING ON! |
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| And my Savior’s going with me |
| Every day I feel Him near. |
| With His presence here He cheers me |
| And quells each rising fear. |
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| I am in the land of Beulah, |
| And its breezes fan my soul |
| I am nearing Canaan’s border |
| And soon shall reach my goal. |
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| I am dwelling on the mountains |
| And in sight of Canaan’s stand |
| I am drinking of the fountains |
| Flowing through this goodly land. |
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| Now my friends are waiting for me |
| Who have crossed the chilling tide, |
| Now I see them as they beckon |
| Calling me from the other side. |
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| Soon I shall cross the rolling Jordan |
| Soon I’ll enter Canaan’s land, |
| Then I’ll shout and sing forever |
| With that holy, happy land. |
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| I HAVE STARTED FOR THY KINGDOM |
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| I have started for thy kingdom |
| I am on my journey |
| I shall reach better country |
| And I feel like going home |
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| I am in the land of Beulah |
| And its breezes fan my soul |
| I am nearing Canaan’s border |
| And soon shall reach my goal. |
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| Soon I’ll cross the rolling Jordan |
| Soon I’ll enter in Canaan’s land |
| Then I’ll sing and shout forever |
| With that holy happy land. |
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| I JUST WANT TO THANK YOU LORD |
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| I just want to thank you for always being there. |
| When I was so down and out |
| you came along and made me want to shout |
| I just want to thank you Lord. |
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| If I had a thousand lives to live, |
| I'd give them all to my Lord |
| he's been so good to me. |
| That is the least I could afford. |
| he's made good times out number the bad |
| been the best friend I've ever had |
| I just want to thank you lord |
| Thank you Lord. |
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| for every time you've heard me when I pray. |
| and I just want to thank you for always being there. |
| Why I've been so down and out, |
| but you've always been close beside me. |
| There's been times Lord |
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| I LONG TO SEE THE SEASON COME |
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| I long to see the seasons come |
| When sinners shall come flocking home |
| To taste the sweets of Jesus love |
| And seek the joys that are above. |
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| Hark! How the glorious gospel sounds |
| Inviting sinners all around |
| Behold! Your loving Savior stands |
| And spreads for you his bleeding hands. |
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| Attend poor sinners to His word |
| Trust Him, yea, own Him for your Lord |
| He’ll wash you in atoning blood, |
| And seal you heirs, and sons of God. |
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| Take your companion by the hand |
| And all your children in a band. |
| And give them up to Jesus’ call |
| To pardon, bless, and save them all. |
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| I LOOKED |
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| I looked upon a farm one day |
| That once I used to own |
| The barn had fallen to the ground |
| The fields were overgrown |
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| The house in which my children grew |
| Where we had lived for years |
| I turned to see it broken down |
| And brushed aside the tears |
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| I looked upon my soul one day |
| To find it too had grown |
| With thorns and nettles everywhere |
| The seeds neglect had sown |
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| The years had passed while I had cared |
| For things of lesser worth |
| The things of Heaven I let go |
| While minding things of Earth |
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| To Christ I turned with bitter tears |
| And cried, “O, Lord forgive! |
| I haven’t much time left for thee, |
| Not many years to live.” |
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| The wasted years forever gone, |
| The days I can’t recall |
| If I could live those days again |
| I’d make Him Lord of all. |
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| I LOVE MY SAVIOR GOD |
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| I love my Savior God |
| Because He first loved me |
| Because He shed His precious blood |
| To set my spirit free. |
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| It was love my bosom felt, |
| And made we wipe my eyes |
| When low before His throne I knelt |
| To pour my feeble cries. |
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| Touched by His dying love |
| I melted into grief |
| Swift on the wings of love He moved, |
| And brought me sweet relief |
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| With my whole heart I love |
| The God that loved and bled, |
| Who left the shining realms above |
| And suffered in my stead. |
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| Who can forbear to love |
| A God so good and kind? |
| Surely He is worthy to be loved |
| By me and all mankind. |
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| I LOVE THY KINGDOM, LORD |
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| I love Thy kingdom, Lord |
| The house of Thine abode |
| The church our blest Redeemer saved |
| With His own precious blood. |
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| I love Thy church, o God |
| Her walls before Thee stand |
| Dear as the apple of Thine eye |
| And graven on Thy land. |
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| For her my tears shall fall |
| For her my prayers ascend |
| To her my cares and toils be given |
| Till cares and toils shall end. |
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| I prize her heavenly ways |
| Her sweet communion, solemn vows |
| Her hymns of love and praise |
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| To Zion shall be given |
| The brightest glories earth can yield |
| And brighter bliss of Heaven. |
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| I NEED YOU LORD |
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| I need you, Lord |
| Like the flowers need the springtime |
| I need You like the morning needs the dew. |
| I need you Lord God yes I do. |
| You can make it without me |
| But I can’t make it without you. |
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| I need you, Lord, till the rivers run dry |
| I need you, Lord, till stars fall from the sky |
| I need you , Lord because you’re a friend so true. |
| You can make it without me, Lord, |
| But I can’t without you. |
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| Like a baby needs its mommy’s hand to hold to |
| That’s exactly the way, Lord, I need you. |
| I want to follow you, dear Jesus, |
| No matter what others do. |
| You can make it without me, Lord. |
| But I can’t make it without you. |
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| I need you, Lord, till the moon turns to blood |
| I need you, Lord, like ol’ Noah needed the flood |
| When I cross ol’ Jordan I need you, Lord, |
| To see me through |
| You can make it without me |
| But I can’t make it without you. |
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| I OVERTOOK A PILGRIM |
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| I overtook a pilgrim, upon the Kings highway |
| Twas a gray haired aged mother she’d |
| Stopped to kneel and pray |
| She looked towards the Heavens, then o’er |
| The road she’d come. She shouted |
| “I see Jesus, I feel I’m nearing Home” |
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| She knelt to pray? “I’m waiting for my |
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| Burdens had grown heavy, and mighty hard to bear. |
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| They said they’d meet me here.” |
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| For them to come along, and go with me |
| To Heaven, my sweet eternal home.” |
| She said, “I love my children, and oh how sweet |
| Twould be, if I could have my children, |
| To walk along with me.” |
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| I answered “You’re my mother, I’ve come to go with you.” |
| She threw her arms around me, her voice was loud and clear, |
| She shouted, “Hallelujah! I’m glad that you are here.” |
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| She shouted when I told her, “They all were on their knees.” |
| She said, “I’ve not ceased praying, from the day I first began, |
| I’ve prayed for their deliverance, that they’d be born again.” |
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| Have reached the throne in Glory, I now can die in peace.” |
| Her arms were still around me, her eyes were dimmed with tears. |
| The last words she uttered, “I hope to meet them there.” |
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| I SAW THE FACE OF JESUS |
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| What the Lord has prepared in Glory Land, |
| But I caught a glimpse in a vision |
| Of that city not made with hands. |
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| OH, I SAW THE FACE OF MY JESUS, |
| SO REAL WAS THE SMILE THAT HE WORE. |
| I DREAMED I HAD CROSSED CHILLY JORDAN |
| AND WAS STANDING ON THAT HEAVENLY SHORE. |
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| I looked beyond this veil of sorrow |
| And I saw Jesus there in bright array. |
| I saw the light shine all around Him, |
| In that city of non-ending day. |
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| So real was the smile that He wore |
| I dreamed I had crossed chilly Jordan |
| And was standing on that Heavenly shore. |
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| I WANT US TO BE TOGETHER IN HEAVEN |
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| a brand new house that shines by far. |
| You may live to be a hundred years old |
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| it will end with the grave. |
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| I want us to be together in Heaven |
| I want us to walkdown |
| the streets of pure gold. |
| I want to run through the fields of green clover |
| see the mansions, smell the flowers, |
| hear the shining it's all ours. |
| Feel the gentle breezes blowing |
| see the rivers gently flowing. |
| I want us to be together in Heaven. |
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| You may have the best that money can buy |
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| I WASN'T THERE |
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| I wasn't there when He walked upon the water. |
| I wasn't there when He calmed the raging sea. |
| I wasn't there when He spoke to John the Baptist. |
| I didn't hear, I didn't see, but I believed. |
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| I wasn't there when He made the lame walk. |
| I wasn't there when He made the blind to see. |
| I wasn't there when He preached upon the mountain. |
| I didn't hear, I didn't see, but I believed. |
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| I wasn't there when they laid Him in the tomb. |
| I wasn't there when He went back to His Father. |
| I didn't hear, I didn't see, but I believed. |
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| I wasn't there when He sent them two by two. |
| I wasn't there when He prayed down in the garden. |
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| I WONDER IF MY CHILDREN WILL BE ON THAT TRAIN |
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| I woke up this morning with Heaven on my mind. |
| I dreamed of a train, a glory bound train. |
| I wonder if my children will be on that train? |
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| I wonder if my children will be on that train? |
| It's a gospel train, and it's running through our land, |
| and I wonder if my children will be on that train? |
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| Have they got King Jesus on their bond? |
| What if death came slipping into their room? |
| I wonder if my children will be on that train? |
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| I can't keep from crying sometimes. |
| I can't keep from crying, worrying, about those children of mine. |
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| I WONDER IF MY CHILDREN WILL BE THERE |
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| My heart is filled with sorrow |
| And my body racked with pain. |
| I am laden down with troubles hard to bear |
| All my hopes are of tomorrow, |
| That to die in Christ is gain |
| I wonder what it is that makes me fear? |
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| Yes, I feel I’m bound for glory |
| And that sunny, sunny climb |
| I am homesick for the beauties of that home |
| Over and over, I’ve heard the story, |
| Oh, so many many times. |
| How the Lord prepared a mansion for His own. |
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| Love and joy are companion, |
| As I journey on and on |
| Slowly climbing up those mountains bright and fair. |
| Oh how long for a reunion |
| With my loved ones that are gone. |
| I wonder if my children will be there? |
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| Would renounce their wicked ways |
| And believe upon our Savior, He will hear |
| He hath promised all salvation |
| Who’d believe Him and obey. |
| I wonder if my children will be there? |
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| Soon my voice will be made silent |
| And cold death will chill my tongue |
| And no more you’ll hear me tell you to beware. |
| Of the many ways old Satan |
| Can deceive you while you’re young |
| Won’t you promise that you’ll meet me over there. |
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| I can see the gates of Heaven |
| They are ever open wide |
| To receive the weary pilgrims from all care. |
| If my children and my loved ones, |
| Fail to cast all sin aside |
| I won’t know a thing about it over there. |
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| For tomorrow will be too late. |
| All your sorrows Jesus Christ will help you bear. |
| The old cross is not heavy when the Lord is on your side. I wonder if my children will be there. |
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| I'M GOING TO DIE ON THE BATTLE FIELD |
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| One day as I was thinking |
| of unseen things above |
| My Savior spoke unto me |
| and filled my heart with love. |
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| I'm going to die on the battlefield |
| I'm going to die in the war |
| I'm going to die in the battlefield |
| fighting for my Lord |
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| I used to know some people |
| who would walk and talk with me |
| but since I've been converted |
| they turn their backs on me. |
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| Oh glory be to Jesus |
| oh glory to His name |
| Salvation makes me happy |
| out of the battle plane. |
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| I say unto my Savior |
| my talent is but small |
| although I am a soldier |
| I am the least of all. |
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| Some say give me silver |
| Some say give me gold |
| but I say give me Jesus |
| Who saved my dying soul |
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| I'll take this gospel trumpet |
| and I'll begin to blow |
| and if the Lord will help me |
| I'll blow it wherever I go. |
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| I'M HOMESICK FOR HEAVEN |
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| I'm trying to travel a path that is straight |
| Each day brings me closer to that beautiful gate. |
| Where I will lay down my burdens and |
| receive a bright crown. |
| Forever to live in my Heavenly home. |
| (CHORUS) |
| I've got a longing, I'm homesick to go |
| to a land without a heartache no sorrow or woe. |
| There's nothing but trouble in this world here below. |
| For I'm homesick for Heaven, I've got a longing to go. |
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| Now when I've prayed my last prayer and I've sung my last song, |
| and the death angel whispers "It's time to go home" |
| Well it's goodbye to friends I've met on my way |
| But I'll meet you in Heaven on that homecoming day. |
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| I want to see my Savior who has saved me from sin |
| It will be well done when He welcomes me in, |
| I want to see my mother, she has been gone so long. |
| She said she would be awaiting to welcome me home. |
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| I'VE JUST SEEN THE ROCK OF AGES |
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| I was standing by the bedside |
| where my feeble mother lay. |
| When she called me close beside her |
| and I heard her softly say, |
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| I've just seen the rock of ages |
| Jacob's ladder hanging down. |
| I've just crossed the river of Jordan |
| Now, my son, I'm homeward bound. |
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| As we gathered all around her. |
| Tears began to fill our eyes. |
| Then she called me close beside her |
| whispered softly her goodbyes. |
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| Pine trees growing on the mountain |
| where forever she will lay |
| There she'll rest beside the fountain |
| There she'll sleep beneath the clay. |
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| I've just seen the rock of ages |
| Jacob's ladder hanging down. |
| I've just crossed the river of Jordan |
| Now, my son, I'm homeward bound. |
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| IF I COULD BE LIVING WHEN JESUS COMES |
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| If I could be living when Jesus comes |
| And could know the day and the hour |
| I’d like to be standing by Mother’s tomb |
| When Jesus comes in His power. |
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| CHORUS |
| IT WILL BE A GLAD, WONDERFUL, HAPPY DAY |
| UP THERE ON THE GOLDEN STRAND |
| WHEN I CAN HEAR JESUS, MY SAVIOR SAY |
| “SHAKE HANDS WITH YOUR MOTHER AGAIN.” |
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| I’d like to say “Mother, this is your boy, |
| You left when you went away. |
| And now, my dear Mother, it gives me great joy, |
| To see you again, today.” |
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| There is coming a time when I can go home, |
| A glorious crown to wear. |
| Then I can see Jesus upon His throne |
| In that bright city so fair. |
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| There will be no more sorrow or pain to bear |
| In that home beyond the skies |
| What a glorious thought when we all get there, |
| And never shall say goodbye. |
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| IF I COULD HEAR MY MOTHER PRAY AGAIN |
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| How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream, |
| When memory recalls them now and then |
| And with that rapture sweet |
| My weary heart would beat. |
| If I could hear my mother pray again. |
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| CHORUS |
| IF I COULD HEAR MY MOTHER PRAY AGAIN, |
| IF I COULD HEAR HER TENDER VOICE AS THEN. |
| SO GLAD I WOULD BE |
| WOULD MEAN SO MUCH TO ME |
| IF I COULD HEAR MY MOTHER PRAY AGAIN. |
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| She used to pray that I |
| On Jesus would rely. |
| And always walk the shining Gospel way. |
| So trusting in His love |
| I seek that home above, |
| Where I shall meet my mother some glad day. |
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| Within the old home place |
| Her patient smiling face. |
| Was always spreading comfort hope and cheer |
| And when she used to sing, |
| Her eternal King, |
| It was the song the angels loved to hear. |
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| IF WE WOULD LIVE A HUMBLE LIFE |
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| If we would live a humble life |
| While here on earth we dwell, |
| We would get more blessings in this life. |
| Than all the world could tell. |
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| Let’s live the life God wants us to, |
| Let’s meet and sing and pray |
| That when our lives are ended here |
| We’ll meet again someday. |
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| Let us be like little lambs |
| That bleat around the fold |
| And let God’s will be done on earth |
| And win a Home of Gold. |
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| He came to us when all was lost |
| When none could help us out |
| He took the burden from our souls |
| And oh, how we did shout. |
| Let’s keep this vision in our mind |
| And always live upright. |
| God loves the people of this kind. |
| A wrong he does not like. |
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| And when we lay our song books down |
| And have to say goodbye |
| Our souls will go to paradise |
| And there never to die. |
|
| And when the angel Gabriel comes |
| And puts on foot on the land, |
| Our souls will unite with our bodies then |
| And we’ll be perfect men. |
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| We’ll meet Jesus up in the air |
| Above this earthly shore, |
| And go to God, whom we serve here |
| And die never more. |
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| IF YOU WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN |
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| He came here and died so we could go to Heaven |
| At the end of this life |
| If you want to go to Heaven, you will have to call on Jesus |
| He is the light, if you want to go to Heaven. |
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| Just call on Jesus, He will answer your prayers |
| He will answer your prayers and take you to Heaven |
| Where you will never die. |
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| He died on the tree, not for only me |
| He died on the tree, so we could be free |
| If you want to go to Heaven you’ll have to pray |
| Jesus will hear you, He will guide your way. |
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| He will never leave you, he will be by your side |
| He’ll never forsake you, He’s the Savior, He’s the light. |
| If you want to go to Heaven, just call on Jesus |
| He will be your guide, he will lead the way to Heaven. |
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| He will take you by the hand, He will lead you in |
| He will walk you down the streets of gold |
| Where we will never grow old |
| Where you will forever be with the king |
| And sing with the angels, where there is no end. |
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| IN ALL MY LORD’S APPOINTED WAYS |
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| In all my Lord’s appointed ways |
| My journey I’ll pursue |
| “hinder me not,” ye much loved saints |
| For I must go with you |
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| Through flood and jams, if Jesus led |
| I’ll follow where He goes |
| “Hinder me not,’’ shall be my cry |
| Though earth and hell oppose |
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| Through duties and through trials too |
| I’ll go at his command |
| “Hinder me not,” for I am bound |
| To my Immanuel’s land |
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| And when my Savior calls me home |
| Still this my cry shall be |
| “Hinder me not,” come welcome death |
| I’ll gladly go with Thee. |
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| IN MY ROBE OF WHITE |
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| When I hear the trumpet sound |
| all the saints will be Heaven bound. |
| We'll cross over Jordan wide, |
| stop and view the other side. |
| Then we'll see those Holy Hills, |
| see our mansions He has built. |
| I'll be the first one in line |
| to see my name in the Book of Life. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| In my robe of white, I will fly away |
| to that land so far with my Jesus there. |
| It will be so grand when I get to that land |
| in my robe of white I will fly away. |
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| It's going to be a wonderful time |
| when I get to the other side |
| see my loved ones gone before. |
| we'll depart from them no more. |
| We'll be walking on streets of gold |
| surrounded by riches untold. |
| When I first look at Jesus' face |
| I know I’m saved by His amazing grace. |
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| IN SEARCH OF THE LAMB |
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| Out of the darkness of hillsides so steep, |
| A shepherd so lovingly watches his sheep |
| and standing his guard, he is troubled to find |
| instead of one hundred, just ninety and nine. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| So over the mountains and ledges he climbs |
| aware of the danger but determined to find |
| the one he's been seeking with all of his might. |
| The wayfaring lamb, who is lost in the night. |
| As long as I live, I will not understand |
| the love of the shepherd in search of the lamb. |
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| So listen to someone who's been in the cold |
| wandering aimlessly far from the fold |
| No mountain too steep and no valley too far |
| for a shepherd who loves you with all of his heart. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| IN THAT BEAUTIFUL AND BLEST FOREVER |
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| I sometimes think it’s too good to be true, |
| When they talk of life’s fair river |
| Of that city so bright where there is no |
| Night, in that beautiful and blest forever. |
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| And I sometimes wish when I’m weary and sad |
| That the golden gates were nearer. |
| But I know I can wait for a joy so great, |
| In that beautiful, that blest forever. |
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| And I sometimes ask when I think of the end, |
| Will the Lord on me have pity. |
| Will He bid me come to His own dear home, |
| To His own everlasting city. |
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| And I sometimes grieve for the friends I must leave |
| For the bond is so hard to sever. |
| But the joy is so sweet when I know we shall meet |
| In that beautiful that blest forever |
|
| And I sometimes think of the dear old saints |
| On the banks of Jordan’s River |
| Who with weary hearts are waiting to depart |
| In that beautiful that blest forever. |
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| And I sometimes pray on my toilsome way |
| For the faith of the true believers |
| Whose hopes shine bright as the stars of the night. |
| In that beautiful, that blest forever. |
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| IN THE GOOD OLD-FASHIONED WAY |
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| I am on the gospel highway |
| Pressing onward to the goal. |
| Where a rest for me remaineth |
| In the homeland of the soul. |
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| Every hour I’m moving onward, |
| Not a moment to delay. |
| I am going home to glory, |
| In that good old-fashioned way. |
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| From the snares of sinful pleasure |
| Here my feet are always free |
| Though the way may be called narrow, |
| It is wide enough for me. |
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| It was wide enough for Daniel |
| And David in his day. |
| I am glad that I can follow, |
| In the good old-fashioned way. |
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| Many friends have gone before me |
| They have laid their armor down. |
| With the pilgrims and the martyrs |
| Have obtained a robe and crown. |
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| With this robe they fought their battles. |
| Shouting victory day by day. |
| I shall over come and join them |
| In the good old-fashioned way. |
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| Just a few more steps to follow |
| Just a few more days to roam. |
| And the way seems more delightful |
| As I journey near my home. |
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| When the storms of life are ended. |
| And the clouds have passed away. |
| I shall find the gates of Heaven |
| In the good old-fashioned way. |
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| IS IT WRONG TO HOPE TO MEET THOSE |
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| Is it wrong to hope to meet those |
| Who were so dear to us in life? |
| Now they have gone and left us |
| In this world of toil and strife. |
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| They will be watching from those windows |
| While I’m on this distant shore. |
| If they know when I am coming |
| They will meet me at the door. |
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| I have a mother up in Heaven |
| On that blissful shining shore. |
| If she knows when I am coming |
| She will meet me at the door. |
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| Mother said when she was dying |
| Just before he breath was gone |
| If I knew when you were coming |
| I would meet you at the door. |
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| I have a father, too, in Glory |
| Tell me, tell me, If you know, |
| Will my father know his children |
| When we meet on Canaans shore? |
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| IS YOUR LAMP TRIMMED AND BURNING |
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| Is your lamp trimmed and burning |
| Is your lamp trimmed and burning |
| Is your lamp trimmed and burning |
| Over on the other shore |
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| I’ve got a father there in glory |
| I’ve got a father there in glory |
| I’ve got a father there in glory |
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| I’ve got a mother there in glory |
| I’ve got a mother there in glory |
| I’ve got a mother there in glory |
| Over on the other side |
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| Some sweet day I’m going to travel |
| Some sweet day I’m going to travel |
| Some sweet day I’m going to travel |
| Over on the other side |
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| That sweet day may be tomorrow |
| That sweet day may be tomorrow |
| That sweet day may be tomorrow |
| Over on the other shore |
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| But then I’ll be home with Jesus |
| Then I’ll be home with Jesus |
| Then I’ll be home with Jesus |
| Over on the other shore |
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| Is your lamp trimmed and burning |
| Is your lamp trimmed and burning |
| Is your lamp trimmed and burning |
| Over on the other shore |
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| IT WILL OPEN WIDE |
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| I’ve heard them sing again and again |
| Of a gate that stands ajar, |
| Of a sunny clime and a golden plain |
| And a sinless land afar. |
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| IT WILL OPEN WIDE, YES OPEN WIDE |
| I’LL PASS THROUGH ITS PORTALS FREE |
| AND REST IN PEACE ON THE OTHER SIDE |
| IT WILL OPEN WIDE FOR ME |
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| I soon shall pass the chilly tide |
| And enter my home above |
| I believe the gate will open wide |
| Oh its golden hinges of love. |
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| We may not know of the joys untold |
| Of the bliss on the other side. |
| As we are nearing the gates of gold |
| I believe it will open wide. |
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| The sinner’s friends as he reaches down |
| With a Savior’s wondrous love. |
| Who prepared us a mansion robe of white |
| In shining courts above. |
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| A welcome home at the golden gate |
| And land of angels bright. |
| Do this for the ransom spirits wait |
| As we gain the land of light. |
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| He will gather his flock into the fold |
| The fold beyond the skies |
| As we are nearing the gates of gold |
| I believe it will open wide. |
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| The beautiful gate will open wide |
| My soul it is dressed in white |
| I am ready to go at God’s command |
| To dwell in the heaven of light. |
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| The beautiful gate wide open stands |
| The Savior will come for me |
| Already the veil is drawing aside |
| My home by faith I see. |
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| IT'S ME AGAIN LORD |
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| Troubles come and I can't find an answer. |
| Lonely nights I spend in agony |
| I have no other friend that I can turn to. |
| So here I am, Lord, back on my knees. |
|
| (CHORUS) |
| It's me again, Lord, I've got a prayer |
| that needs an answer. |
| It's me again, Lord, |
| I've got a problem that I can't solve. |
| Now I don't mean to worry you |
| but here I am facing something new. |
| and I need help that only comes from you |
| It's me again, Lord. |
|
| I know you're mighty busy in your Heaven |
| forming worlds and hanging stars to shine. |
| But you promised if I asked that I'd receive it |
| so here I am, Lord, asking one more time. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| ITS AMAZING WHAT A PRAYER CAN DO |
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| There was a king, who got a letter |
| A mighty army without number |
| He spread it out thee for the Lord to get a view |
| God sent a promise, just one angel |
| Satan’s army met it’s doom |
| It’s amazing what a prayer can do. |
|
| CHORUS |
| ITS MOVED MOUNTAINS, PARTED RIVERS |
| BROUGHT THE DEAD TO LIFE AGAIN |
| I’VE CALLED UPON AN OLD |
| PRAYER WARRIOR A TIME OR TWO |
| IF YOU’RE IN TROUBLE |
| I’LL GO DOWN ON MY BENDING KNEES FOR YOU |
| IT’S JUST AMAZING WHAT A PRAYER CAN DO. |
|
| I saw a momma and her baby |
| He fought for life the night through |
| Seemed all hope was gone |
| The tears fell, not a few |
| But there’s old grandpa in the corner |
| He knew that prayer would see them through |
| That baby’s still alive |
| To prove what prayer can do. |
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| I’LL GO WHERE YOU WANT ME TO GO |
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| It may not be on the mountains height |
| Or over the stormy sea |
| It may not be on the battle front |
| My Lord will have need of me |
| But if by a small still voice He calls |
| To paths I do not know |
| I’ll answer dear Lord with my hand in Thine |
| I’ll go where you want me to go. |
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| CHORUS |
| I’LL GO WHERE YOU WANT ME TO GO, DEAR LORD |
| O’ER MOUNTAINS, PLAINS, OR SEA. |
| I’LL SAY WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY, DEAR LORD, |
| I’LL BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE. |
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| Perhaps today there are loving words, |
| Which Jesus would have me to speak |
| There may be now in the paths of sin, |
| Some wanderer whom I should seek, |
| Oh Savior if Thou wilt be my guide, |
| Though dark and rugged the way |
| My voice will echo the message sweet, |
| I’ll say what you want me to say. |
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| There’s surely somewhere a lowly place |
| In earths harvest fields so wide, |
| Where I may labor through life’s short day, |
| For Jesus, the crucified |
| So trusting my all to They tender care. |
| And knowing Thou lovest me |
| I’ll do Thy will with a heart sincere |
| I’ll be what You want me to be. |
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| I’LL SING A SONG WHICH DOTH BELONG |
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| I’ll sing a song which doth belong |
| To all the people around me |
| I’ll spread the fame of Jesus name, |
| And tell how Jesus found me |
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| Twas in distress and wickedness |
| He spoke these words unto me |
| O! sinner come, in me there’s room |
| O! how these words went through me |
|
| I was like Paul, who was called Saul |
| In bitter persecution |
| I did disdain being born again |
| And called it all delusion |
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| I thought each saint without constraint |
| Too proud to cry for mercy |
| Conviction strong did come along |
| O! how these things did pierce me |
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| I did not know which way to go |
| My sins seemed like a mountain |
| All filled with woe, the tears did flow |
| My heart was like a fountain |
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| I’M GOING HOME |
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| My Heavenly Home is bright and fair, |
| No pain nor death can enter there |
| It’s glimmering towers, the sun outshines |
| That Heavenly Mansion shall be mine. |
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| CHORUS |
| I’M GOING HOME, I’M GOING HOME |
| I’M GOING HOME TO DIE NO MORE |
| TO DIE NO MORE, TO DIE NO MORE |
| I’M GOING HOME TO DIE NO MORE. |
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| My Father’s house is built on high. |
| Far, far above the starry sky |
| When from this earthly prison free |
| That Heavenly Mansion mine shall be. |
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| Let others seek a home below, |
| Which flames devour or flood’s o’erflow |
| Be mine the happier lot to own |
| A Heavenly Mansion near the throne. |
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| Then fall the earth, let stars decline |
| The sun and moon refuse to shine |
| All nature sink and cease to be |
| That Heavenly Mansion stands for me. |
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| I’M PRESSING ONWARD |
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| I’m pressing onward to the mark of the high calling |
| I’m pressing onward where no trouble ever comes |
| I’m pressing onward where I will see my Savior |
| I’m pressing onward and my race is nearly won |
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| Dark clouds, they’ve been gathering all around me |
| Trouble comes and there’s nowhere I can hide |
| But my Savior He is always there beside me |
| Bringing comfort through the dark and stormy night |
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| So no matter what befalls me upon his footstool |
| I’ll everly keep my eyes upon him |
| The one who saved me from my sorrows |
| And I’ll just keep pressing till I see Him |
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| So don’t worry about this pilgrim here before you |
| God is calling and I’ll gladly answer Him |
| I’ll keep my eyes steadfastly upon Heaven |
| Where on day I’m planning to enter in. |
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| I’M SO GLAD TODAY I’M READY |
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| I’m so glad today I’m ready, |
| And my friend stands by my side |
| He has promised to go with me |
| Even till the day I die. |
|
| Then bury me in a little graveyard |
| Lay my Bible by my side |
| Tell all the people standing around me |
| How I lived before I died. |
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| Tell my mother I’d like to meet her |
| And I’d like to shake her hand. |
| That I’ll meet her over yonder |
| Over in the promised land. |
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| Tell that old gray-haired daddy |
| Who has worked so hard for me |
| That I’m coming home to meet him |
| And the One who died for me. |
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| There we’ll meet in that bright city |
| Where the light is always bright |
| Where the light shines there eternal |
| And there never is no night. |
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| My dear companion how I love you |
| How I hate to leave you here |
| In this world of sin and sorrow |
| where I fear you’ll have no care. |
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| Come dear children come go with me |
| To that home above the sky |
| Come and follow He will lead you |
| Where our loved ones never die. |
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| Friends and neighbors all around me |
| One and all I bid you adieu |
| When I’m at the feet of Jesus |
| I will plead to Him for you. |
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| JACOBS VISION |
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| As Jacob was traveling so weary one day |
| While at night on a stone for a pillow he lay |
| A vision appeared of a ladder so high |
| It stood on the earth while the top reached the sky. |
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| CHORUS |
| HALLELUJAH TO JESUS WHO DIED ON THE TREE |
| TO RAISE UP THIS LADDER OF MERCY FOR ME |
| PRESS ONWARD, CLIMB UPWARD, THE TOP IS IN VIEW |
| THERE’S A CROWN OF BRIGHT GLORY AWAITING FOR YOU. |
|
| This ladder is strong and very well made |
| It’s stood thousands of years and yet not decayed |
| It’s free from all excess the world may go up |
| And the angels they’ll guard it from bottom to top. |
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| Now let us ascend it, behold, never fear |
| It’s stood every tempest and always will bear, |
| For millions have climbed it and reached that blest hill. |
| And thousands up on it are climbing it still. |
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| This ladder is Jesus, the Glorious God Man. |
| Whose blood freely flowed from Calvary ran. |
| It’s stream of salvation so full and so free. |
| Tis Jesus, the Savior, says look unto me. |
|
| Our loved ones have climbed it and mounted to God. |
| And finished their labor and reached their reward. |
| And we too are climbing and soon will be there. |
| To be with our loved ones, their happiness to share. |
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| JERUSALEM MY HAPPY HOME |
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| Jerusalem my happy home, |
| O how I long for thee |
| When will my sorrows have an end? |
| Thy joys, when shall I see? |
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| Thy walls are all of precious stone |
| Most glorious to behold |
| Thy gates are richly set with pearl |
| Thy streets are pure as gold. |
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| If Heaven be thus, O Glorious Lord |
| Why should I stray from thence? |
| What folly tis that I should dread, |
| To die and go from hence? |
|
| Reach down, reach down, thine arm of grace, |
| And cause me to ascend |
| Where congregations ne’er break up |
| And sabbaths never end. |
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| Jesus, my love, to glory gone. |
| Him will I go and see |
| And all my brethren here below |
| Will soon come after me. |
|
| My friends, I bid you all adieu. |
| I leave you in God’s care |
| And if I never see you |
| Go on, I ‘ll meet you there. |
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| There we shall meet and no more part |
| And Heaven shall ring with praise |
| While Jesus’ love in every heart |
| Shall tune the song-free grace |
|
| When we’ve been there ten thousand years |
| Bright shining as the sun |
| We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise |
| Than when we first begun. |
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| JESUS GRANT US ALL A BLESSING |
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| Jesus grant us all a blessing |
| Send it down, Lord, from above |
| May we all go home a praying |
| And rejoicing in Thy love. |
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| Jesus pardon all our follies |
| Since together we have been |
| Make us humble make us holy |
| Cleanse us all from every sin. |
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| May Thy blessing, Lord, go with us |
| To each one’s respective home |
| And the presence of our Jesus, |
| Rest upon us every one. |
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| JESUS LEFT HIS HOME IN GLORY |
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| Jesus left his home in Glory, |
| came and died for you and me. |
| No one knows how Jesus suffered |
| on the Cross of Calvary. |
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| Go on, brethren, go rejoicing, |
| some glad day we will all arise. |
| In His likeness we will be shining |
| then we will all be satisfied. |
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| I will sing of my Redeemer, |
| till the day he calls for me. |
| to be with Him in Heaven |
| in the bright eternity. |
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| Praise His name, His name forever. |
| Lift your voices in His songs. |
| Spend your time in serving Jesus, |
| sing his praises all day long. |
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| How my heart is filled with gladness |
| I rejoice along my way |
| Help me Lord to do Thy bidding |
| till I reach my home someday. |
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| JESUS PLEASE USE ME |
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| Dear Lord, I’ll be a witness |
| If you will help my weakness |
| I know I’m not worthy Lord of Thee, |
| By eyes of faith I see Thee |
| Upon the cross of Calvary. |
| Dear Lord, I cry, let me Thy servant be. |
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| CHORUS |
| JESUS, PLEASE USE ME, OH LORD, DON’T REFUSE ME |
| SURELY THERE’S A WORK THAT I CAN DO. |
| EVEN THOUGH ITS HUMBLE, LORD, HELP MY WILL TO CRUMBLE |
| THOUGH THE COST BE GREAT, I’LL WORK FOR YOU |
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| I’ll stand for Thee, Dear Jesus, |
| Though death may come my way |
| I’ll spread the gospel to the fallen here |
| But if it be Thy will, Lord |
| To go across the sea |
| Lord help me be willing to say yes. |
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| He’s the Lily of the Valley |
| The Bright and Morning Star |
| He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul |
| He’s the beautiful Rose of Sharon |
| He’s all the world to me |
| But best of all he is my coming King. |
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| JESUS, THOU ART |
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| Jesus, thou art the sinners friend |
| As such I look to Thee |
| Now in the bowels of Thy love |
| O, Lord remember me |
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| Remember Thy pure word of grace |
| Remember Calvary |
| Remember all Thy dying groans |
| And then remember me |
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| Thou wondrous advocate with God |
| I yield myself to Thee |
| While Thou art sitting on Thy throne |
| Dear Lord, remember me |
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| I own I’m guilty, own I’m vile |
| Yet Thy salvation’s free |
| Then in Thy all abounding grace |
| Dear Lord, remember me |
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| Howe’er forsaken or distressed |
| Howe’er oppress’d I be |
| Howe’er afflicted here on earth |
| Do Thou remember me |
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| And when I close m y eyes in death |
| And creature’s help all flee |
| Then, O, my dear Redeemer, God |
| I pray remember me. |
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| JOSEPH AND MARY WENT WALKING |
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| While Joseph and Mary went waling one day |
| They were strolling together so merry and gay |
| Said Mary to Joseph so meek and so mild, |
| It was ordained from the heavens, |
| That I be with child. |
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| Then Joseph flew angry, very angry he flew |
| Let the father of the baby go strolling with you |
| God spoke unto Joseph, “Don’t you understand? |
| Mary’s the mother of the baby who’ll rule this great land.” |
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| Then Joseph took Mary upon his left knee, |
| Pray tell me little baby what I’ve done to thee. |
| Joseph changed Mary upon his right knee |
| Pray tell me little baby, when your birthday shall be. |
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| In the month of December on the 25th day. |
| When the stars in the Heavens are bright and gay. |
| In Bethlehem city is born a new King. |
| Thank God for the promise, so we’ll have a new name. |
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| The stars will shine brighter, the birds will be gay. |
| Heaven’s doors are open, He’ll show us the way. |
| Give God all the glory we’re enjoying today |
| Some day we’ll be together in Heaven to stay. |
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| Some say give me silver |
| And others say gold. |
| But I say give me Jesus, who saved my poor soul. |
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| JUST A CLOSER WALK |
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| Just a closer walk with Thee, |
| Grant it to Jesus if you please. |
| Daily walking close to Thee, |
| Let it be Dear Lord, let it be. |
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| Through this world of toil and care |
| If I falter Lord, who care? |
| Who, with me, by burden share? |
| None but Thee, Dear Lord, none but Thee. |
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| When my feeble life is o’er |
| Time for me won’t be no more. |
| Guide me gently, safely o’er |
| To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore. |
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| When my life’s sun sets in the west |
| Lord, may I have done my best |
| May I find sweet peace and rest, |
| In that home, happy home of the blessed. |
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| JUST A WHEEL IN A WHEEL |
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| Sometime I feel like a wheel a turning |
| it's rolling on from sun to sun. |
| I keep moving but I am not gaining. |
| Seems like life just turns faster than I can run. |
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| Then I look away across ole Jordan |
| for a glimpse of that joy when I get home. |
| Then I feel some reviving in my body. |
| It gives me a little more courage to go on. |
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| Sometimes I feel I'm just not worthy |
| for the kind of deeds my friends have strove |
| but my prayer will always be, I'll not despair them. |
| Seems like life gives me the hardest road. |
| (CHORUS) |
| Sometimes I feel there's no need trying |
| for the joy that I seek isn't meant to be. |
| Every time I get down near the healing water |
| Somebody else steps down in front of me. |
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| JUST ONE ROSE WILL DO |
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| When time shall come for my leaving |
| And I’ll bid you all adieu |
| Don’t spend your money for flowers |
| Just one rose will do. |
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| CHORUS |
| FOR I’M GOING TO A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN |
| WHEN THIS LIFE’S WORK IS THROUGH. |
| DON’T SPEND YOUR MONEY FOR FLOWERS, |
| JUST ONE ROSE WILL DO. |
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| Just have an old-fashioned preacher |
| To preach a sermon so true |
| Just have some old-time singing |
| Amazing Grace will do |
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| I’ll need no organization |
| Where I’m going to |
| I’ll need no bright decoration |
| Just one rose will do. |
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| JUST OVER IN THE GLORY LAND |
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| I've a home prepared where the saints abide, |
| just over in the Glory Land. |
| and I long to be by my Saviors side, |
| just over in the Glory Land. |
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| Just over in the Glory Land, |
| I'll join in the happy Angel band |
| Just over in the Glory Land. |
| Just over in the Glory Land, |
| There with the mighty host I'll stand, |
| Just over in the Glory Land. |
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| I am on my way to those mansions fair, |
| Just over in the Glory Land. |
| There to sing Gods praise and His glory share, |
| Just over in the Glory Land. |
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| What a joyful thought that my Lord I'll see |
| Just over in the Glory Land. |
| and with kindred saved there forever be |
| with the blood washed throne I will shout and sing. |
| Just over in the Glory Land. |
| Glad Hosannas to Christ the Lord and King, |
| just over in the Glory Land. |
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| LAY MY CROWN AT MY MASTERS FEET |
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| Soon my life will end and I’ll hear a sweet sound |
| Saying come up here and receive a crown |
| But I don’t deserve such mercy or grace |
| Here’s what I’m going to do when I see His sweet face. |
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| I’M GOING TO LAY MY CROWN AT THE MASTERS FEET |
| THEN I’LL BOW DOWN AS THEY CROWN HIM KING OF ALL KINGS |
| I’LL SHOUT HALLELUJAH: MY JOY IS COMPLETE |
| WHEN I LAY MY CROWN AT MY MASTERS FEET |
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| All the good things I’ve done seem so little to me |
| If not for His love, I know where I’d be. |
| So lost without hope, no future in view |
| When I see my Lord, here’s what I’m going to do. |
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| CHORUS |
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| When I was in trouble, so deep down in sin |
| I had no hope, no joy within |
| But Jesus came in and gave me sweet peace |
| Here’s what I’m going to do when I see His sweet face. |
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| LAYING UP TREASURES |
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| Here on earth I am just a poor pilgrim |
| I will never have fortune or fame |
| But I’m an heir to a mansion in Glory |
| For I’m the child of a Heavenly King. |
| I will never have wealth or great riches |
| Never live in a mansion so grand |
| But I’m traveling a Heavenly Highway |
| That will lead to that beautiful land. |
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| AND I’M LAYING UP TREASURES IN HEAVEN |
| AND I’LL REAP MY REWARD SOME SWEET DAY. |
| AND I ADD A NEW GEM TO MY COLLECTION |
| EVERY TIME THAT I KNEEL DOWN AND PRAY. |
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| I am laying up treasures in Heaven |
| As I travel by faith day by day |
| And each day as I work my way homeward, |
| I always take out time to pray. |
| I have some dear loved ones in danger |
| As they face Satan’s snares every day. |
| And each day I kneel down and ask Jesus |
| To protect them as they go on their way. |
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| And the treasures, I am storing in Heaven |
| Will be there where no thieves can get through |
| And the moth and the rust won’t corrupt them |
| They won’t tarnish but will always be new |
| My treasures are the prayers for my loved ones |
| They are there at the foot of God’s throne |
| They will be poured out to my Heavenly Father |
| To protect them and bring them safe home. |
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| LET THY KINGDOM, BLESSED SAVIOR |
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| Let Thy kingdom, blessed Savior |
| Come and bid our going cease |
| Come, O come, and reign forever |
| God of Love and Prince of Peace |
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| Visit now poor bleeding Zion |
| Hear Thy people mourn and weep |
| Day and night the lambs are crying |
| Come, Good Shepherd, feed Thy sheep. |
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| Some for Paul and some for Apollos |
| Some for Cephas now agree |
| Jesus let us hear Thee call us |
| Help us, Lord, to follow Thee |
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| Then we’ll rush through what encumbers |
| Over every hindrance leap |
| Not upheld by force of numbers |
| Come, Good Shepherd feed Thy sheep |
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| Lord, give us of Thy good merit |
| We’ve been sinners from our youth |
| Guide us, Lord, by Thy good spirit |
| Which shall teach us all Thy truth |
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| Oh Thy gospel word we’ll venture |
| Till in death’s cold arms we sleep |
| Love our Lord and Christ our Savior |
| Oh, Good Shepherd, fee Thy sheep. |
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| LETTER FROM HEAVEN |
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| Last night I dreamed I got a letter |
| from someone who has been gone so long. |
| It had a Heavenly address. |
| It had been mailed from that Heavenly home. |
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| It said Dear children I just wanted to write you |
| to tell you I'm doing just fine |
| That I live in a beautiful city. |
| Here there's life with no measure of time. |
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| I just thought I would write and tell you |
| how peaceful it is where I am. |
| Not a tear have I seen since I've been here |
| not one broken heart I found. |
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| Not one call have I got since I've been here |
| telling me that some loved one has died, |
| Not one call asking for prayer |
| in this city everybody's all right. |
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| Oh, yes today I talked with Jesus |
| that man has got so much love to give. |
| I found Him so easy to talk to |
| He seemed so willing to forgive. |
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| By the way, He's been trying to call you |
| He said you've been so busy down there below |
| But He promised He'd still keep trying |
| He seemed so concerned about your soul. |
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| LETTERS FROM MY FATHER |
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| I have letters from my Father |
| in my hand, in my hand. |
| Written by my elder brothers |
| they are grand, they are grand. |
| They were written overseas |
| they are full of love for me. |
| I am as glad as I can be |
| in this land, in this land. |
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| Father told me in those letters |
| they are grand, they are grand. |
| I could make myself no better |
| in this land, in this land. |
| Then I cried, what shall I do? |
| For I have not read them through. |
| Can they make me all anew? |
| In this land, in this land? |
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| I'm a stranger to this nation |
| in this land, in this land. |
| They don't know my situation, |
| it is grand, it is grand. |
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| Father's store house is full of gold, |
| I have wealth that can't be told, |
| and I never will grow old |
| in this land, in this land. |
| I am not afraid of dying, |
| in this land, in this land. |
| I can shout while friends are crying |
| it is grand, it is grand. |
| I can sing shout and pray |
| and be happy all the da |
| and my soul can hardly stay, |
| in this land, in this land. |
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| Death is called a cruel monster, |
| in this land, in this land. |
| When he calls I shall answer |
| it is grand, it is grand. |
| I shall leave at break of day |
| Death will find an empty clay |
| and I wonder what they'll say |
| in this land, in this land. |
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| LIFE'S EVENING SUN |
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| Each day I'll do a golden deed |
| by helping those who are in need, |
| my life on earth is but a span, |
| and so I'll do the best I can. |
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| Life's evening sun is sinking low, |
| a few more days and I must go |
| to meet the deeds that I have done, |
| where there will be no setting sun. |
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| To be a child of God each day |
| my light must shine along the way |
| I'll sing His praise while ages roll |
| and strive to help some troubled soul. |
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| I'll help someone in time of need, |
| and journey on with rapid speed. |
| I'll help the sick, poor, and weak |
| and words of kindness to them speak. |
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| While going down life's weary road |
| I'll try to lift some travelers load. |
| I'll try to turn the nigh to day |
| Make flowers bloom along the way. |
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| LIGHT AT THE RIVER |
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| There's a deep troubled river flowing on |
| before its waters are deep and wide. |
| but faith sees a light, yes a beacon bright |
| just down by the riverside |
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| (CHORUS) |
| There's a light at the river |
| a light at the river. |
| There's a light at the river I can see. |
| My Lord He will stand and hold in His hand, |
| a light at the river for me. |
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| Over the dark foaming waters |
| from the unseen shore |
| Angels band in their beauty glide, |
| and will bear us a way to the realms of day, |
| into the light on the other side. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| To this deep endless river |
| we must one day cross. |
| and we'll cross o'er its water wide. |
| Oh how happy we will be |
| if by faith we can see |
| the light on the other side. |
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| LITTLE BESSIE |
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| Hug me closer, closer, mother put your arms around me tight. |
| For I am cold and tired dear mother and I feel strong tonight |
| Something hurts me here dear Mother, like a stone against my breast |
| Oh, I wonder, wonder mother , why it is I cannot rest. |
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| All day while you were working, as I lay up in my bed |
| I was trying to be patient and to think of what you had said. |
| How the King blessed Jesus loves His lamb to watch and keep. |
| Oh, I wish He would come and take me in His arms that I might sleep. |
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| Just before the lamps were lighted, just before the children came |
| While the room was very quiet, I heard someone call my name. |
| All at once a window opened on a field of lamb and sheep |
| Some far out in a brook were drinking, some were falling asleep. |
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| In a moment I was looking on a world so bright and fair, |
| Which was filled with little children, and they seem so happy there. |
| They were singing, oh, so sweetly, sweetest songs I ever heard. |
| They were singing sweeter, mother, than our little bird. |
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| But I could not see the Savior, though I strained my eyes to see |
| I wonder if He saw me, would He speak to me? |
| All at once a window opened, one so bright upon me smiled |
| I knew it must be Jesus when he said, “Come here my child.” |
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| “Come up here, little Bessie, come up here and live with Me. |
| Where little children never suffer, suffer through eternity.” |
| Then I thought of all you told me, of that bright and happy land. |
| I was going when you called me, when you came and kissed my hand. |
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| And at first I felt so sorry you had called and I would not go, |
| Oh, to sleep and never suffer, Mother, don’t be crying so. |
| Hug me closer, closer, Mother, put your arm around me tight. |
| Oh how much I love you, Mother and how strong I feel tonight. |
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| And the mother pressed her closer to her own dear burdened breast. |
| On the heart so near its breaking, lay the heart so near its rest. |
| At the solemn hour of midnight, in the darkness calm and deep |
| Lying on my mother’s bosom, little Bessie fell asleep. |
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| LITTLE DOVE |
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| I sat alone in the shade of a grove, |
| Over my head sat a little dove |
| It’s coo, coo, that dove did coo |
| Which made me think of my mate, too. |
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| Little dove, little dove, you’re not alone, |
| For with you now I am made to mourn |
| I once, like you, I had a mate, |
| But now like you, I’m desolate. |
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| I once like you, enjoyed my life |
| Until death came and took my wife. |
| Cold death, cold death did quickly come |
| And took from me my loving one. |
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| The arms that once embraced me around |
| Lie mouldering in the cold, cold ground |
| Consumption strong and so severe |
| Played on her lungs for one full year. |
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| She leaves three children with me here. |
| To mourn the loss of one so dear. |
| Our home no more will be the same |
| Our loss on earth is Heaven’s gain. |
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| She’s gone to live in the angels’ home |
| And left us here on earth to mourn |
| She’s free from death, heartaches and pain |
| By the grace of God we’ll meet her again. |
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| LONELY MAN |
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| I saw a lonely man, struggling up a hillside |
| Upon his back, He carried a heavy load |
| A cruel crown of thorns was placed upon His head |
| And His face was all covered with blood. |
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| My heart became so heavy when I viewed this awful sight |
| And I though, oh, how cruel can they be |
| So I ran up the hillside to help this lonely man |
| Who had fallen to the ground ahead of me. |
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| I said, “Friend can I help you with |
| The burdens that you bear? |
| The bloodstains I would freely wipe away.” |
| Then I saw the burden that He struggled to carry |
| And I realized He carried it for me. |
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| I saw it was my sins that had |
| Brought him to the ground |
| And I realized that He carried it for me. |
| My sins had placed the crown of thorns upon His head. |
| And He said, “I am doing this for thee.” |
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| So I fell upon my knees and I cried |
| “oh, Lord, forgive me. |
| I can see the cruel deed I’ve done to Thee.” |
| Then He smiled and touched me and |
| He said, “I’ve come to di |
| On the cross that poor sinners might be free.” |
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| I found a precious friend when we met there at Calvary |
| When He died upon the cross for you and for me |
| Come get acquainted with the Savior |
| For He paid for all your sins |
| When He did on the cross at Calvary. |
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| LOOK WHATS HAPPENING IN HEAVEN |
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| “Register here,” the sign said in the parlor |
| Two songs was their request for me to sing |
| I stopped by and told the family how I loved them |
| And I was so sorry that the death angel came |
| The flowers that were brought, they didn’t see them |
| The message was brought after I sang |
| All the friends that stopped by, it didn’t, matter |
| For what earth lost yesterday, Heaven gained. |
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| CHORUS |
| OH LOOK WHAT’S HAPPENING IN HEAVEN |
| A CHEER WENT UP AS THEY WALKED THROUGH THE GATE |
| AND THE CHANGE IN THEM, OH WHAT, A DIFFERENCE |
| WHY THEY’RE AS YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL AS A BABE |
| GOD HAS GOT HIS BIG ARM AROUND THEM, |
| AND HE’S WIPED THE LAST TEARS FROM THEIR EYES |
| HE SAID, “MY CHILD, WELCOME HOME FOREVER, COME AND SIT BY THE RIVER OF LIFE.” |
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| Earthly wealth and riches they didn’t have them |
| They cherished the love of God so much more |
| And, oft times I heard them talk of a place called Heaven |
| That they had so long been longing for |
| When I leave this old world here don’t be crying |
| For to me it will be a stepping stone |
| When I close my eyes to sleep for the last time |
| I’ll step out of this old world here and I”ll be home. |
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| LORD EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL |
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| I remember when I was just a lad |
| in a little old country school. |
| Our day would begin with Gospel reading |
| and reciting the golden rule. |
| We had God fearing people then, |
| They would bow their heads in prayer |
| It seemed the day was so much brighter |
| when the Lord was there. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| Our Lord has been expelled from school |
| though He has done no wrong. |
| Our children they're not allowed to pray |
| or sing a gospel song. |
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| If they teach our children there's no God |
| the teaching of a fool. |
| What will become of a nation |
| that's expelled the Lord from school. |
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| Our teenaged children roam the streets |
| they're out all hours of the night |
| they seem to think if they're not caught |
| anything’s all right. |
| Our law works overtime |
| but they don't know what to do. |
| and things will get no better |
| with the Lord expelled from school. |
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| Crime is on the increase |
| throughout our land today |
| Our nation one time knew the Lord, |
| but they have turned away. |
| Our children they're not to blame for this. |
| for they don't make the rules. |
| It wasn't them that made the laws, |
| to expel the Lord from school. |
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| LORD I WANT TO BE WHAT YOU WANT |
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| Lord, I don't want to do one thing on my own. |
| Put me where you want me, Lord, that's where I belong. |
| Give me strength to do Thy perfect will. |
| When I'm in the lowest valley, I can climb the highest hill. |
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| Lord, I want to be what you want me to be. |
| Lord, I want to do what you want me to do. |
| Lord, I want to stay in the center of your will. |
| When I'm in the lowest valley, I can climb the highest hill. |
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| This world gets more wicked every day. |
| Peoples hearts have grown cold, forgotten how to pray. |
| If I live to be a hundred I'll keep holding your hand |
| until you come to take me home to that promised land. |
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| LORD I’M COMING HOME |
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| I’ve wandered far away from God, |
| Now I’m coming home |
| The paths of sin too long I’ve trod |
| Lord, I’m coming home. |
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| CHORUS |
| COMING HOME COMING HOME |
| NEVER MORE TO ROAM |
| OPEN WIDE THINE ARMS OF LOVE |
| LORD, I’M COMING HOME |
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| I’ve wasted many precious years |
| Now I’m coming home |
| I’ll trust Thy love, believe Thy word, |
| Lord, I’m coming home. |
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| I’m tires of sin and straying, Lord, |
| Now I’m coming home |
| I’ll trust Thy love, believe Thy word |
| Lord, I’m coming home. |
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| My soul is sick, my heart is sore |
| Now I’m coming home |
| My strength renew, my hope restore, |
| Lord, I’m coming home. |
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| I need His cleansing blood, I know |
| Now I’m coming home |
| O wash me whiter than the snow |
| Lord, I’m coming home. |
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| LORD YOU'RE THE BEST THING |
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| You've been my friend for so long |
| You were right and I was wrong. |
| I can't repay all the love you've given me. |
| You were my friend when no one cared, |
| I was alone, but you were there. |
| Lord, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| I owe it all to you, Lord. |
| All I have is yours, Lord. |
| Take my life and make me what you'd have me be. |
| I'm your child, you're my father. |
| I'm the clay and you're the potter. |
| Lord, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. |
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| All my treasure, all my dreams |
| All of these you've given to me. |
| When troubles come you're always there to make me smile. |
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| Let come what may, Thy will be done. |
| I love you, Jesus, God's only son. |
| Lord, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. |
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| Now when my time has come to go |
| and I must leave all troubles here below, |
| and I hear the angels gently calling me, |
| as I leave this world below. |
| You'll hear me shouting as I go, |
| Lord, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. |
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| LORD, BUILD MY MANSION NEXT DOOR TO JESUS |
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| I have no castle, no earthly kingdom, but a |
| Cabin will do, Lord, till I get home. |
| My mansion’s yonder on the hills of Glory. |
| I hope my mansion sits near the throne. |
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| LORD BUILD MY MANSION NEXT DOOR TO JESUS, |
| AND TELL THE ANGELS I’M COMING HOME. |
| IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO LIVES AROUND ME, |
| JUST SO MY MANSION SITS NEAR THE THRONE. |
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| My mama’s mansion may be close by me, |
| Across the golden avenue. |
| She was the first one to ever teach me of Heaven |
| And the very first one to ever tell me about You. |
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| LORD, ITS JUST ANOTHER HILL |
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| Lord, It’s just another hill that I’m climbing |
| Lord, it’s just another tear wiped away. |
| If I can just hold on a little longer |
| I’ll be rejoicing in Heaven some day. |
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| Often trials and troubles gather around me |
| And it seems I’m in this valley all alone |
| Then I feel His love incamped around me |
| And some day I know I’m going home. |
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| Sometimes a hill seems a little higher |
| And I feel I will never see His face |
| Every river seems to be a little wider |
| But by the help of my Lord, I’ll win this race. |
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| Lord, it’s just another hill that I’m climbing |
| Lord, its just another tear wiped away |
| If I can just hold on a little longer |
| I’ll be rejoicing in Heaven some day. |
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| LOVING MEMORIES |
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| Mommy had no fancy castle |
| Just a little old mountain home |
| She had no crown upon her head |
| No throne to sit upon |
| But as a boy around the home |
| Many songs I could hear her sing |
| Mommy had no earthly riches |
| But to me she was a queen. |
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| LOVING MEMORIES MOMMY GAVE ME |
| I STILL HAVE THEM WITH ME EVERY DAY |
| OLD-TIME SINGING, PRAYING BY THE FIRESIDE |
| MOMMY GAVE ME LOVING MEMORIES EVERY DAY. |
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| She had no silk or satin |
| Just a plain print dress she wore. |
| She had no rings upon her hands |
| From working they were calloused and sore. |
| But late at night to my fevered brow |
| Her hand felt so good to me |
| Standing by my bed with an oil light |
| She was praying to her King. |
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| She had no lacy pillow |
| Just a feathered on made by hand |
| But the look I saw on mommy’s face |
| I knew old Jordan, she would span |
| And as the years rolled swiftly by |
| Precious memories I could hear her sing |
| Jesus rolled out the Golden Carpet |
| And my mommy met her King. |
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| MATTHEW 24 |
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| I believe the time is coming for the Lord to come again, |
| I believe the end is nearing every door. |
| I believe the good old Bible from beginning to the end. |
| Just compare today with Matthew 24 |
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| WE ARE LIVING, SURELY LIVING, IN THE DAY HE SPEAKS ABOUT. |
| ALL OF THESE WE NOW ARE HAVING EVERY DAY. |
| LET US BE READY FOR HIS COMING |
| LET US MEET HIM WITH A SHOUT, |
| FOR HE TELLS US IN HIS WORD TO WATCH AND PRAY. |
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| When upon the Mount of Olive, His disciples came to Him saying |
| “Tell us when these things are going to be,” |
| Jesus answered, “Be ye watching, let everyone be free from sin, |
| And take heed no man will ever you deceive. |
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| Many wars shall come upon us, |
| When the end of time is near. |
| Many earthquakes will be numerous in those days, |
| All these things today we’re having and in Matthew it appears. |
| We should live our lives for Him and sing His praise. |
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| MOMMY CAN’T YOU SEE? |
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| Mommy, can’t you see that angel band? |
| Mommy, who’s that man taking me by the hand? |
| His hair like wool, as white as snow |
| Why mommy, it’s Jesus, and I have to go. |
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| His eyes are as a flame of fire |
| Mommy, you ought to see Him in His full attire |
| There’s a golden girdle upon His breast |
| Oh, mommy, it’s going to be such a peaceful rest. |
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| Mommy, He’s clothed in a long, white robe |
| And His feet are as brass, as if in a furnace they glowed |
| His voice as many waters, yet so sweet |
| His countenance is as the sun, as I kneel at His feet. |
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| He said, “child, I’ve come to take you home.” |
| Mommy, you ought to see the cloud I’m getting on |
| In my view is Heaven’s shore |
| Oh, Mommy, I’m alive and alive forever more. |
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| Oh, the gates of pearl, they’re open wide. |
| I see the streets of gold as I step inside |
| Mommy tell my brothers and my sisters, too |
| That I’m waiting in Heaven for them and for you. |
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| Mommy can’t you see that angel band? |
| Mommy, who’s that man taking me by the hand? |
| His hair like wool, as white as snow |
| Why Mommy, it’s Jesus and I’m ready to go. |
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| MOTHER NO LONGER AWAITS ME AT HOME |
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| One night while the moon from Heaven was shining |
| My mother was praying for me to come home |
| She asked her dear Lord to watch over me out yonder |
| To send me back home to never more roam. |
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| Then I left my old home away back in the mountain |
| I said I’d return with honor and fame |
| But a young reckless heart turned wrong at the crossroads |
| Now as I go home, I bring Mother shame. |
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| When I got to the place where I had spend my childhood |
| The silvery moon was shining so bright |
| When I asked my dear friends to tell me of Mother |
| They said she was called to Heaven last night. |
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| She told them of how she was longing to see me |
| How lonely her home since I went away |
| Says, “Darling repent, and ask forgiveness |
| And meet Mother there in Heaven some day.” |
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| Mother has gone to live with the angels |
| Her soul is at rest around the white throne |
| Now I have no one left here to advise me |
| For mother no longer awaits me at home. |
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| MOVING IN |
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| Can you see those old graves bursting open |
| and God's children arise to live again |
| OH, we'll all take wings in that morning |
| We'll move out, move up, then move in. |
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| Down here in this life as I journey |
| Seems like trial arise on every hand. |
| but I'll all be over in that morning |
| when I step inside sweet Glory Land. |
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| When the Lambs book of life there He opens |
| and I hear Him call our my name. |
| When He says "well done my child, |
| You may enter" |
| Then I will know I have made it all the way. |
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| I want to walk down the streets of that city |
| and to see the Blessed One who died for me, |
| I want to rest a little while in the garden |
| and to see the little children playing around my Saviors feet. |
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| Can you imagine the joy in that morning |
| when God's children began to gather around? |
| Oh, you can talk about a reunion, |
| there's going to be one when we leave this old battleground. |
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| MUST JESUS BEAR THE CROSS ALONE |
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| Must Jesus bear the cross alone |
| And all the rest go free |
| No there’s a cross for everyone |
| And there’s a cross for me. |
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| How happy are the saints above |
| Who once went sorrowing here. |
| But now they taste unmingled love |
| And joy without a tear. |
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| The consecrated cross I’ll bear |
| Till death shall set me free |
| And then go home, my crown to wear |
| For there’s a crown for me |
| Upon the crystal pavement |
| Down at Jesus’ pierced feet. |
| Joyful, I’ll cast my golden crown, |
| And His dear name repeat. |
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| And palms shall wave and harps shall ring |
| Beneath Heaven’s arches high |
| The Lord that lives the ransomed sing |
| That lives no more to die. |
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| O precious Cross, oh glorious Crown! |
| Oh, Resurrection Day! |
| Ye angels from the stars come down |
| And bear my soul away. |
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| MUST JESUS BEAR THE CROSS ALONE? V2 |
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| Must Jesus bear the cross alone |
| And all the rest go free? |
| Or, there’s a cross for everyone |
| And there’s a cross for me. |
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| How happy are the saints above |
| Who once went sorrowing here |
| But now they taste unmingled love |
| And joy without a tear. |
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| The consecrated cross I’ll bear |
| Till death shall set me free. |
| And then go home by crown to wear |
| For there’s a crown for me. |
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| Upon the crystal pavement |
| Down at Jesus’ pierced feet |
| Joyful, I’ll cast my golden crown |
| And His dear name repeat. |
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| And palms shall wave and harps shall ring |
| Beneath Heaven’s arches high |
| The Lord that lives; the ransomed sing |
| That lives no more to die |
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| O, precious cross! Oh, glorious crown |
| Oh, resurrection day! |
| Ye angels from the stars come down |
| And bear my soul away. |
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| MY FATHER’S LETTER |
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| I have a letter from my father, in my hand, in my hand |
| Written by my elder brother, they are grand, they are grand |
| They were written o’er the sea, and were forwarded on to me. |
| I’m happy as I can be, in this land, in this lane |
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| Father told me in his letter, they are grand, they are grand. |
| I could make myself no better, in this land, in this land. |
| Then I cried, what shall I do? For I had not read them through. |
| And he made me all anew, in this land, in this land. |
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| I’m a stranger to the nation, in this land, in this land. |
| They don’t know my situation, but it’s grand, it is grand. |
| Father’s riches all behold, I have wealth that can’t be told |
| And my kindred never gets old, in this land, in this land |
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| I am now a new creation, in this land, in this land. |
| I am free from condemnation, it is grand, it is grand. |
| I can shout and sing and pray, and be happy all the day. |
| And my soul can hardly stay, in this land, in this land. |
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| I am not afraid of dying, in this land, in this land. |
| I will shout as Jesus is coming, it is grand, it is grand. |
| All the world is dark as night, but my Father’s face is bright. |
| And I am walking in the light in this land, in this land. |
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| Death is called a cruel monster, in this land, in this land. |
| When He calls I will answer, it is grand, it is grand |
| I may leave at break of day, and they’ll find but empty clay |
| And I wonder what they’ll say, in this land, in this land. |
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| MY HEAVENLY HOME IS BRIGHT AND FAIR |
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| My Heavenly home is bright and fair |
| No pain or death shall enter here. |
| It’s glittering towers the sun outshines |
| That Heavenly mansion shall be mine. |
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| My Father’s house is built on high |
| Far, far above the starry sky |
| When from this earthly prison free |
| That Heavenly mansion mine shall be. |
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| I’M GOING HOME, I’M GOING HOME |
| I’M GOING HOME TO DIE NO MORE |
| TO DIE NO MORE, TO DIE NO MORE |
| I’M GOING HOME TO DIE NO MORE. |
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| Let other seek a home below |
| Which flames devour or waves o’er flow |
| Be mine a happier lot to own |
| A Heavenly mansion near the throne. |
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| MY LATEST SUN IS SINKING FAST |
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| My latest sun is sinking fast |
| My race is nearly run |
| My strongest trials now are past |
| My triumph has begun |
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| CHORUS |
| O COME ANGEL BAND |
| COME AND AROUND ME STAND |
| O BEAR ME AWAY ON YOUR SNOWY WINGS |
| TO MY IMMORTAL HOME |
| O BEAR ME AWAY ON YOUR SNOWY WINGS |
| TO MY IMMORTAL HOME. |
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| I know I’m nearing the Heavenly Ranks |
| Of friends and kindred dear, |
| I brush the dew on Jordan’s banks, |
| The crossing must be near. |
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| I’ve almost gained my Heavenly home |
| My spirit loudly sings |
| The Holy ones behold they come, |
| I hear their vesper wings. |
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| O bear my longing heart to Him |
| Who bled and died for me |
| Whose blood now cleanses from all sin |
| And gives us victory. |
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| MY LATEST SUN IS SINKING FAST V2 |
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| My latest sun is sinking fast |
| My race is nearly run |
| My strongest trials now are past |
| My triumph has gone |
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| CHORUS |
| O COME ANGEL BAND, |
| COME AND AROUND ME STAND |
| O BEAR ME AWAY ON YOUR SNOWY WINGS |
| TO MY IMMORTAL HOME |
| OH BEAR ME AWAY ON YOUR SNOWY WINGS |
| TO MY IMMORTAL HOME |
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| I know I’m nearing the Heavenly Rank |
| Of friends and kindred dear |
| I brush the dew on Jordan’s banks |
| The crossing must be near. |
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| I’ve almost gained my heavenly home |
| My spirit loudly sings |
| The holy ones behold they come |
| I hear their vespers wings |
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| O bear my longing heart to him |
| Who bled and died for me |
| Whose blood now cleanses from all sin |
| And gives us victory |
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| MY OLD COTTAGE HOME |
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| I am thinking tonight of my old cottage home |
| That stands on the brow of the hill |
| Where in life’s early morn, I once loved to roam, |
| but now all is quiet and still |
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| CHORUS |
| OH, MY OLD COTTAGE HOME |
| THAT STANDS ON THE BROW OF THE HILL |
| WHERE IN LIFE’S EARLY MORNING I ONCE LOVED |
| TO ROAM, BUT NOW ALL IS QUIET AND STILL. |
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| Oh, how happy we were in our old cottage home, |
| When parents and children were there |
| With the old family Bible that lay on the |
| Stand, at the hour when we all knelt with prayer. |
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| Many years have gone by since in prayer there |
| I knelt, with dear ones around the old hearth. |
| But my mother’s sweet prayers in my heart |
| Still are felt, I’ll treasure them up while on earth. |
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| One by one they have gone from my old cottage home. |
| On earth I shall meet them no more |
| But with them I shall meet around that beautiful throne. |
| Where parting shall come never more. |
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| NEVER GROW OLD |
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| I have heard of a land on the far away strand |
| tis a beautiful home of the soul |
| built by Jesus on high |
| there we shall never did. |
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| Never grow old, never grow old |
| in a land where we'll never grow old. |
| Never grow old, never grow old |
| in a land where we will never grow old. |
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| In that beautiful home |
| where we'll never more roam |
| we shall be in the sweet by and by |
| happy praises to the King |
| through eternity ring. |
| tis a land where we'll never die. |
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| When our work here is done |
| and the life crown is won |
| and our troubles and trials are o'er |
| all our sorrows will end. |
| and our voices will blend |
| with the loved ones who've gone on before. |
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| NINETY AND NINE |
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| Safe were the ninety and nine in the fold |
| Safe though the night was stormy and cold. |
| But said the good Shepherd when counting them over. |
| One sheep is missing, there should be one more. |
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| The good Shepherd went out to search for His sheep. |
| All through the night over the rocky steep |
| He searched till he found him, with love He bound him. |
| And I was that one lost sheep |
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| Although His hands were rent and torn |
| Although His feet weary and worn |
| Although the way was rough and steep |
| Still the good shepherd sought long for His sheep. |
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| Then through the night He heard a sad cry |
| Feeble and helpless and ready to die |
| Nowhere in the night to shield from the cold |
| He brough the lost sheep safe back to the fold. |
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| Then did the ninety and nice rejoice |
| For the lost sheep had made his choice |
| To return to the fold with the shepherd divine, |
| No more will the number be ninety and nine. |
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| NO GRAVES ON THAT BRIGHT SHORE |
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| If you have friends in Glory Land |
| Who left because of pain |
| Thank God up there they’ll die no more |
| They’ll suffer not again |
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| Then weep not friends, I’m going home |
| Up there we’ll die no more |
| No coffins will be made up there |
| No graves on that bright shore |
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| The lame will walk in Glory Land |
| The blind up there will see |
| The deaf in Glory Land will hear. |
| The dumb will talk to me. |
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| The doctors will not have to call |
| The undertaker no |
| There’ll be no pains up there to bear |
| Just walk the streets of gold. |
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| We’ll need no sun in Glory Land |
| The moon and stars won’t shine |
| For Christ Himself is light up there |
| He reigns in love divine. |
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| Then weep not friends, I’m going home |
| Up there to die no more |
| No coffins will be made up there |
| No graves on that bright shore. |
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| NO MEASURE OF TIME |
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| When I walk through the portals of glory |
| I will leave all my worries behind. |
| I will rest by the clear crystal river. |
| Gently flowing with no measure of time. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| There'll be no measure of time up in glory. |
| No day or night, the face of Jesus will shine. |
| There'll be no measure of love for each other. |
| We'll live forever with no measure of time. |
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| Jesus brought me a home and it's waiting. |
| Its beauty goes far beyond the human mind. |
| It won't be long now, He'll be coming to take me |
| to the city with no measure of time. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| NO OTHER FOUNTAIN |
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| I will draw my strength from Jesus |
| As I lay upon His breast |
| I will take my comfort from Him |
| And in Him I’ll find my rest. |
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| CHORUS |
| FOR THERE IS NO OTHER FOUNTAIN |
| WHERE I CAN BE MORE SATISFIED |
| THAN IN THE ARMS OF CHRIST MY JESUS |
| NO BLESSINGS I WILL BE DENIED |
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| All pain will leave my aching body |
| When His sweet healing virtue flows |
| And demons tremble in His presence |
| In Jesus’ name they have to go. |
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| When I get home to that bright city |
| Where my soul shall never die |
| I will live with Christ my Savior |
| In those mansions in the sky. |
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| NOT AFRAID |
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| When I close my eyes in death |
| fold my hands across my breast. |
| Sing for me an old time song, |
| as I take my journey home. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| Not afraid to bid this world goodbye |
| Not afraid to close my eyes and die. |
| For this courage, I have prayed. |
| In His arms I'm not afraid. |
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| When I cross that silent sea, |
| where my home lies beckon me. |
| I'll feel no pain, I'l fear no harm, |
| safe and secure in Jesus' arms. |
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| When I enter Jordan's shore |
| sorrow there will be no more. |
| I'll thank the Lord, for all He has done. |
| Home in Heaven at last is won. |
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| When I get home, I'll e so free. |
| There will be Jesus, to welcome me. |
| He'll say come in, My child well done. |
| I'll live with Him right on and on. |
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| When Jesus took me by the hand, |
| He turned me to a different man. |
| Now I'm not afraid to bid this world goodbye. |
| Not afraid to close my eyes and die. |
| For this courage I have prayed. |
| In His arms I'm not afraid. |
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| NOT AFRAID V2 |
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| When I close my eyes in death |
| Fold my hands across my breast |
| Sing for me an old-time song, |
| As I take my journey home. |
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| Not afraid to bid this world good-bye |
| Not afraid to close my eyes and die |
| For this courage I have prayed |
| In His arms I am not afraid |
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| When I cross that silent sea |
| Where my home lies beckon me |
| I’ll feel no pain, I’ll fear no harm |
| Safe secure in Jesus’ arms |
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| When I enter Jordan’s shore |
| Sorrow there will be no more |
| I’ll thank the Lord, for all He has done. |
| Home in Heaven at last is won. |
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| When I get home, I’ll be so free |
| There will be Jesus, to welcome me |
| He’ll say come in, My child well done. |
| I’ll live with Him right on and on. |
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| When Jesus took me by the hand |
| He turned me to a different man |
| Now I’m not afraid to bid this world good-bye |
| Not afraid to close my eyes and die |
| For this courage I have prayed |
| In His arms I am not afraid. |
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| O SING TO ME OF HEAVEN |
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| O’ sing to me of Heaven |
| When I am called to die |
| Sing songs of Holy ecstasy |
| To waft my soul on high |
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| When cold and sluggish drops |
| Roll off my dying brow |
| Break forth in songs of joyfulness |
| Let Heaven begin below |
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| When my last moments come |
| O! soothe my dying days |
| And catch the bright seraphic gleam |
| Which o’er my features plays. |
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| Assemble round my bed |
| Let one sweet song be given |
| Let music cheer me last on earth |
| And greet me first in Heaven |
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| Then close my sightless eyes |
| And lay me down to rest |
| And clasp my cold and icy hands |
| Upon my lifeless breast |
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| Around my lifeless clay |
| Assemble those I love |
| And sing of Heaven delightful Heaven |
| My glorious home above. |
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| O, FOR A CLOSER WALK WITH GOD |
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| O, for a closer walk with God |
| A calm and Heavenly frame |
| A light to shine upon the road |
| That leads me to the Lamb. |
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| Where is the blessedness I knew |
| When first I saw the Lord |
| Where is the soul refreshing view |
| Of Jesus and His word. |
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| What peaceful hours I then enjoyed |
| How sweet their memory still |
| But now I find an aching void |
| The world can never fill |
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| Return, O Holy Dove, return |
| Sweet messenger or rest |
| I hate the sins that cause my mourn |
| And so disturb my rest |
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| The dearest idol I have known |
| Whate’er that idol be |
| O come and tear it from Thy throne |
| I’ll worship only Thee |
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| So shall my walk be close with God |
| Calm and serene my frame |
| So purer light shall mark the road |
| That leads me to the lamb. |
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| O, LAND OF REST |
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| O land of rest, for thee I sigh |
| When will the moment come |
| When I shall lay my armor by |
| And dwell with Christ at home. |
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| No tranquil joys on earth I know, |
| No peaceful, sheltering dome |
| This world’s a wilderness of woe |
| This world is not my home. |
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| I should at once have quit the field |
| Where foes and fury roam |
| But ah! My passport was not sealed |
| I could not go home. |
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| To Jesus Christ I sought for rest |
| He bade me cease to moan |
| And fly for succor to His breast |
| And He’d conduct me home |
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| When by affliction sharply tried |
| I view the gaping tomb |
| Although I dread deaths chilling tide |
| Yet still I sigh for home |
| Weary of wandering, round and round |
| This vale of sin and gloom |
| I long to leave the unhallowed ground |
| And dwell with Christ at home. |
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| O, THAT I HAD SOME SECRET PLACE |
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| O that I had some secret place |
| Where I might hide from sorrow |
| Where I might see my Savior’s face |
| And thus be saved from terror |
| O! had I wings, like Noah’s dove |
| I’d leave this world and Satan |
| I’d fly to Heaven on wings of love |
| Where Jesus stands inviting |
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| I have my bitter and my sweet |
| While through this world I travel |
| I sometimes shout and sometimes weep |
| Which makes my foes to marvel |
| Yet let them think and think again |
| I feel I’m bound for Heaven |
| I hope I shall, with Jesus reign |
| And therefore I will serve Him |
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| I’m often made to weep and mourn |
| Because I’m faint and feeble |
| And when my Savior hides his face |
| My soul is filled with trouble |
| But when He doth again return |
| And I lament my folly |
| Then I do after glory run |
| And still my Jesus follow. |
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| O, YE YOUNG, YE GAY, YE PROUD |
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| O, ye young, ye gay, ye proud |
| You must die and wear the shroud |
| Time will rob you of your bloom |
| Death will drag you to your tomb |
| Then you’ll cry I want to be |
| Happy in eternity |
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| Will you go to Heaven or hell |
| One you must, and there to dwell |
| Christ will come, and quickly too |
| I must meet him, so must you |
| Then you’ll cry, I want to be |
| Happy in eternity |
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| The judgement throne will soon appear |
| All this world shall then draw near |
| Sinners will be driven down |
| Saints will wear a starry crown |
| Then you’ll cry, I want to be |
| Happy in eternity. |
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| OH, HOW PRECIOUS |
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| Years of time are swiftly passing, |
| bringing nearer Heaven's gold. |
| Soon I'll be at home with Jesus, |
| while eternal ages roll. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| Oh, how precious is the promise |
| hat with gladness fills my soul. |
| I shall be at home with Jesus, |
| While eternal ages roll. |
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| After leaving earth's by pathways |
| which my weary feet have passed, |
| I shall stray by life's fair river |
| finding perfect peace at last. |
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| After last farewells are spoken |
| I shall meet dear ones I loved. |
| In the presence of our Savior, |
| when we stand before the throne. |
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| OH, HOW PRECIOUS V2 |
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| Years of time are swiftly passing |
| Bringing nearer Heaven’s gold |
| Soon I’ll be at home with Jesus |
| While eternal ages roll. |
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| CHORUS |
| OH, HOW PRECIOUS IS THE PROMISE |
| THAT WITH GLADNESS FILLS MY SOUL |
| I SHALL BE AT HOME WITH JESUS |
| WHILE ETERNAL AGES ROLL |
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| After leaving earth’s by pathways |
| Which my weary feet have passed |
| I shall stray by life’s fair river |
| Finding perfect peace at last. |
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| After last farewells are spoken |
| I shall meet dear ones I loved |
| In the presence of our Savior |
| When we stand before the throne. |
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| OH, SINNERS YOU'RE CROSSING THAT AWFUL DEADLINE |
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| Many times I've traveled |
| often choosing my road. |
| I've seen many wandering. |
| They've took the wrong road. |
| There's some mothers children |
| without peace of mind. |
| So swiftly they're crossing |
| that awful deadline. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| No time for the Bible. |
| Not a prayer in your home. |
| Your sweet loving children |
| you've left them to roam. |
| There's church every Sunday |
| but you ever had time. |
| Oh, sinners, you're chasing |
| that awful deadline. |
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| Can't you hear Jesus calling; |
| Listen now to His voice. |
| Come now He's pleading, |
| while you still have the choice. |
| Please turn to His pathway |
| while you still have the time. |
| Oh, sinners you're crossing that awful deadline |
| (CHORUS) |
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| OH, THOSE TOMBS |
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| I was strolling one day |
| In a lonely graveyard |
| When a voice from the tombs |
| Seemed to say |
| I once lived as you live |
| Walked and talked as you talk |
| But from earth I was soon called away |
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| CHORUS |
| OH THOSE TOMBS, LONELY TOMBS |
| SEEMED TO SAY IN A LOW GENTLE TONE |
| O HOW SWEET IS THE REST |
| IN OUR BEAUTIFUL HEAVENLY HOME |
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| Every voice from the tombs |
| Seemed to whisper and say |
| Living man you must soon follow me |
| And I thought as I looked |
| On those cold marble slabs. |
| What a dark lonely place that must be. |
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| Then I came to the place |
| Where my mother was laid |
| And in silence I stood by her tomb |
| And her voice seemed to say |
| In a low gentle tone |
| I’m safe with my Savior at home. |
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| OH, WHEN SHALL I SEE JESUS |
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| Oh when shall I see Jesus |
| And reign with Him above |
| And from the flowing fountain |
| Drink everlasting love |
| When shall I be delivered |
| From this vain world of sin |
| And with my blessed Jesus |
| Drink endless pleasures in |
|
| But now I am a soldier |
| My Captain’s gone before |
| He’s given me my orders |
| And bid me not give o’er |
| His promises are faithful |
| A righteous crown He’ll give |
| And all his valiant soldiers eternally shall live |
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| Through grace I am determined |
| To conquer, though I die |
| And then away to Jesus |
| On wings of love I’ll fly |
| Farewell to sin and sorrow |
| I bid them both adieu! |
| And o’ my friends, prove faithful |
| And on your way pursue |
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| Whene’er you meet with troubles |
| And trials on your way |
| Then cast your care on Jesus |
| And don’t forget to pray |
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| Gird on the Heavenly armor |
| Of faith, and hope and love |
| And when the combat’s ended |
| He’ll carry you above |
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| O, do not be discouraged |
| For Jesus is your friend |
| And if you want more knowledge |
| He’ll not refuse to lend |
| Neither will He upbraid you |
| Though often you request |
| He’ll give you grace to conquer |
| And take you home to rest. |
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| OLD TIME CHRISTIAN |
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| My house is not a mansion |
| I drive no fancy car. |
| In this world I may never |
| travel very far. |
| but through all of these troubles |
| and trials that we see. |
| Just an old time Christian |
| That's all I want to be. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| I'm proud to be a Christian |
| I'm proud to wear His name. |
| Jesus Christ is my Savior. |
| Of Him I'm not ashamed. |
| On a hill called Galgotha |
| They nailed Him to a tree. |
| It was there that my Savior, |
| was not ashamed of me. |
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| Don't look on me in pity, |
| and think I'm doing bad. |
| For this life I'm now living |
| It's the best I've ever had |
| God's plan of Salvation |
| is hard for some to see. |
| But still and old time Christian |
| that's all I want to be. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| I'm an heir to the Father |
| and a joint heir with His son. |
| There's a crown of life awaiting |
| for those who overcome. |
| I just want to thank you Jesus, |
| for the time you set me free. |
| and an old time Christian |
| that's all I want to be. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| ON HEAVENS BRIGHT SHORE |
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| Out on the hills of Glory Land |
| so happy and free at God's right hand. |
| They tell of a place through miraculous grace. |
| On Heaven's bright shore. |
| Pilgrims on earth some day will go |
| to live in that home forever more. |
| By trusting in Him who died for sin, |
| and rose from the grave. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| On Heaven's bright shore there'll be no dying |
| not one little grave in all that fair land. |
| Not even a tear will dim the eye and no one |
| up there will say goodbye. |
| Just singing His praise through endless days |
| on Heaven's bright shore. |
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| When I must cross the rolling tide, |
| Someone will be on the other side. |
| To welcome my soul to that fair land. |
| made perfect by love. |
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| When I walk up that milkywhite way, |
| I'll see that homecoming in a ray. |
| How great it must be for angels to see |
| a pilgrim reach home. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| ON MY BEDSIDE OF SIN |
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| One night while I was sleeping, on my bedside of sin |
| My Savior was pleading for me to come in. |
| I hardened my heart and turned Him away. |
| I said, Lord I'll just wait till some other day. |
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| I then closed my eyes and I soon fell asleep. |
| Or whom I should seek. |
| The vision I saw, is the story I'll tell. |
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| My eyes they were opened, in the midst of hell. |
| The world it did tremble, and the fire then came down. |
| The dead had risen, and gathered around. |
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| A beautiful train, it pulled up outside. |
| Then I remembered Jesus, the one I had denied. |
| Christ was the conductor, on that Heavenly line. |
| My name is on His record, no place could he find. |
| I'd wasted my life, in this old world of sin. |
| Where Jesus was going, I could not get in. |
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| And then I was awakened from that awful fright. |
| I promised my Savior I'd follow His light. |
| So Brethren be careful, in the things you indulge. |
| Today He's your Savior, tomorrow He may be your judge. |
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| ON THE OTHER SIDE OF JORDAN |
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| On the other side of Jordan |
| Just beyond the shining strand |
| I’ll be resting in the beauty of that land. |
| I’ll go walking through the garden |
| With the man from Galilee. |
| Who’s the Master of the troubled stormy sea. |
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| I am waiting in the shadows |
| For that shining angel band |
| They will come and take me home to that land |
| On the other side of Jordan. |
| They are waiting there I know. |
| And I’m ready, Lord, I’m ready to go. |
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| On the other side of Jordan |
| There’s so much I want to see |
| There’s a mansion in that city waiting for me |
| I’ll possess it on that morning |
| When I rise to weep no more |
| I’ll be living on that everlasting shore. |
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| On the other side of Jordan |
| There are loved ones waiting for me. |
| Who so often I am longing now to see. |
| They are waiting for my coming |
| When my race on earth is run |
| And the angels carry me across the sea. |
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| I will sit down by the river |
| With my loved ones over there. |
| And there won’t be any worry, toils or care. |
| And we’ll praise our Blessed Savior |
| When we reach that happy land. |
| And we always will be happy over there. |
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| ONE CHRISTMAS DARK NIGHT |
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| One Christmas dark night while out in the cold. |
| I thought of the stories the shepherds had told. |
| That a Savior was born a gift from above. |
| And it seemed that I felt a spark of His love. |
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| Then down on my knees I thought was the way. |
| I could see that dear child asleep on the hay. |
| I never can tell how glad I did feel; |
| I'll never forget, God made it so real. |
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| Unlike the wise men and the prophets of old, |
| with nothing to bring, no silver or gold. |
| Just offer my life so empty and bare, |
| so I bowed on my knees and worshipped Him there. |
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| Like the prodigal son, while feeding the swine |
| I decided right there the Savior's be mine. |
| No angels to sing, no heavenly sound. |
| but He cam to my heart there on the cold ground. |
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| I'll never forget those sweet words of love, |
| when I heard His sweet voice come down above: |
| "Rise up on your feet and begin to live, |
| Thy sins which are many, I freely forgive." |
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| Then I rose from my knees there on the cold ground |
| and began to shout saying "Jesus is mine," |
| If you want to live while on earth here below |
| take your troubles to Jesus and He will bestow. |
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| ONE DAY AT A TIME |
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| I'm only human, |
| I'm just a man, |
| Help me believe in what I could be |
| In all that I am. |
| Show me the stairway |
| that I have to climb. |
| Lord, for my sake teach me to take |
| one day at a time. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| One day at a time, sweet Jesus, |
| that's all I'm asking from you. |
| Just give me the strength to do |
| everyday what I have to do. |
| Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus, |
| and tomorrow may never be mine. |
| Lord, help me today, |
| show me the way, |
| one day at a time. |
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| Do you remember |
| when you walked among men? |
| Well, Jesus, You know |
| if you are looking below, |
| it's worse now than then |
| pushing and shoving, |
| and crowding my mind. |
| So for my sake |
| teach me to take |
| one day at a time. |
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| ONLY A TRAMP |
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| Only a tramp was Lazarus' sad fate, |
| only a tramp at the rich mans gate. |
| He begged for the crumb from the rich man to eat, |
| but he left him to die like a tramp on the street. |
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| He was some Mother's darling |
| He was some Mother's son. |
| Once he was fair and once he was young. |
| Some mother rocked him her darling, to sleep. |
| But they left him to die like a tramp on the street. |
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| Only a tramp, the night watchman said, |
| Only a tramp, just a body found dead. |
| Only a tramp, the Reverend replied. |
| He was only a tramp, from starvation he died. |
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| Jesus he died on Calvary's tree, |
| shed His life's blood for you and for me. |
| They pierced His side, His hands and His feet. |
| Then they left Him to die, like a tramp on the street. |
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| If Jesus should come and knock at your door |
| for a place to sleep or bread from your store, |
| would you welcome Him in or turn Him away |
| and receive your reward on the Great Judgement Day? |
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| PASS ME NOT |
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| Pass me not, O gentle Savior |
| hear my humble cry |
| While on others Thou art smiling |
| Do not pass me by. |
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| SAVIOR, SAVIOR HEAR MY HUMBLE CRY |
| WHILE ON OTHERS THOU ART SMILING |
| DO NOT PASS ME BY |
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| Let me at a throne of mercy |
| Find a sweet relief |
| Kneeling there in deep contrition |
| Help my unbelief. |
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| Trusting only in thy merit |
| Would I seek thy face? |
| Heal my wounded broken spirit |
| Save me by thy grace |
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| Thou, the spring of all my comfort |
| More than life to me |
| Whom I have on this earth besides Thee! |
| Whom in heaven but Thee? |
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| PAUL'S MINISTRY |
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| The Lord said stand up Paul, |
| and dry up your tears. |
| You must preach my gospel |
| for many long years. |
| I'll send you Damacus, |
| the street they've called Strait. |
| And there you'll see Annanias, |
| and there you must wait. |
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| I counted on Adam, I've counted on Cain, |
| I counted on Jonah, and he proved the same. |
| I counted on Judas and he proved untrue, |
| So go tell the world, Paul |
| I'm counting on you. |
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| Three days have gone by Lord, |
| And still I can't see. |
| Here is my brother, he's talking with me. |
| He said "Brother Paul, |
| The Lord in the shy |
| has sent me to see you, |
| and open your eyes." |
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| Now hold up your head Paul, |
| I know you'll be true. |
| Since our eyes are open, |
| I must baptize you. |
| Then look down the century, |
| as far as you can see. |
| and go right on preaching |
| my gospel for me. |
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| PHILLIPI |
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| I was locked up in jail last night down here in Phillipi |
| They beat two men and brought them in, |
| I thought for sure they’d die. |
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| They were not like any of us here, |
| they did not curse or sin |
| One fell down on his knees to pray, |
| the other began to sing hymns. |
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| I heard one cry the other’s name, Paul, are you still alive? |
| Silas, my friend, I thought it would end |
| at that whipping post tonight. |
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| I’ve heard a lot of sounds, my friend, |
| come out of wounded men. |
| In all my life I’d never heard a sound |
| that came out of them. |
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| It was late midnight and everything was quiet. |
| We could ear them sing and pray. |
| An awful sound came from the ground, |
| the place began to shake. |
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| I heard one sing about a cross, the other |
| spoke Jesus’ name. |
| I heard one cry, Lord, please forgive the men who gave us pain. |
| The place was shaking harder now, |
| I thought we all would die. |
| “Jailer, don’t kill yourself,” one cried. |
| “we are sill inside.” |
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| I saw that Jailer start to weep, |
| tears running down his face. |
| I heard him cry, “sirs what must I do |
| That I can be saved?” |
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| I’ve never been to Phillipi, or in that awful jail |
| but the Lord who opened their prison door |
| is the same who paid my bail. |
| Yes, the same who paid my bail, Jesus paid my bail. |
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| POOR AND AFFLICTED |
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| Poor and afflicted Lord, are Thine |
| Among the great unfit to shine |
| But, though the world may think it strange |
| They would not with the world exchange. |
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| Poor and afflicted, yes, they are |
| They’re not exempt from grief and care |
| But he who saved them by His blood |
| Makes every sorry yield them good. |
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| Poor and afflicted tis their lot |
| They know it, and they murmur not |
| Twould ill become them to refuse |
| The state their Master designed to choose |
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| Poor and afflicted yet they sing |
| For Jesus is their glorious King |
| Through suffering perfect now He reigns |
| And shares in all their griefs and pains. |
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| Poor and afflicted but ere long |
| They’ll join the bright celestial throng |
| Their sufferings then will reach a close. |
| And Heaven afford them sweet repose. |
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| And while they walk this thorny way |
| They’re often heard to sigh and say |
| “Dear Savior, come, O, quickly come, |
| And take Thy mourning Pilgrims home.” |
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| POOR PILGRIM OF SORROW |
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| I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow |
| Cast out in the wide world to roam |
| I have no promise of tomorrow |
| I’ve started to make Heaven my home. |
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| CHORUS |
| SOMETIMES I’M TOSSED AND DRIVEN |
| SOMETIMES I NOW NOT WHERE TO ROAM |
| I’VE HEARD OF A CITY CALLED HEAVEN |
| I HAVE STARTED TO MAKE IT MY HOME |
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| I know I am weak and unworthy |
| My heart is so prone to sin |
| But Jesus the Savior Almighty |
| Has promised to take me in |
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| My mother has reached the Bright Glory |
| My fathers still wandering in sin |
| My brothers and sisters won’t own me |
| Because I am trying to get in. |
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| When friends and relations forsake me |
| And troubles roll round me so high |
| I think of the kind words of Jesus |
| “Poor pilgrim I’m always nigh.” |
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| I soon shall reach the bright glory |
| Where mortals no more complain |
| The old ship of Zion approaching |
| The captain is calling my name. |
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| Hark, what is that I see coming? |
| My blood is running cold and slow |
| But Jesus can quiet the Jordan |
| And pilot me thro as I go. |
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| PRECIOUS MEMORIES |
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| Precious memories, unseen angels |
| Sent from somewhere to my soul. |
| How they linger ever near me |
| and the sacred past unfold. |
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| Precious Father, loving Mother |
| fly across the lonely years |
| and old home scenes of my childhood |
| in fond memory appear. |
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| In the stillness of the midnight |
| echoes from the past I hear. |
| Old time singing, gladness bringing |
| from that lovely land somewhere. |
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| As I travel on life's pathway |
| I know not what the years may hold. |
| As I ponder hope grows fonder |
| Precious memories flood my soul. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| Precious memories, how they linger |
| How they ever flood my soul |
| In the stillness of the midnight |
| Precious sacred scenes unfold. |
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| PROMISES |
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| When God sent His blessed Son to die on Calvary |
| He came to save poor lost sinners like me. |
| He shed His precious blood that day on Mount Calvary |
| and He died that lost sinners can be free. |
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| He didn't promise there would always be sunshine. |
| He didn't say there would never be a storm. |
| He didn't promise I would never face danger |
| but He promised He would shield me from harm. |
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| He didn't promise that my friends would always be there. |
| To comfort me when on them I would call. |
| He didn't promise that I would never stumble |
| But He promised He would never let me fall. |
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| He didn't promise there would never be heartache. |
| When the long night seemed to never end. |
| He didn't say that my heart would not be broken |
| But He promised He would mend it again. |
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| He didn't promise that the sad tears would never fall. |
| He didn't say that I would never cry. |
| He didn't promise me a soft bed of roses |
| But he promised me a mansion in the sky. |
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| PURPLE ROBE |
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| There's a story so unkind |
| in the Holy Book we find. |
| And it tells how Jesus stood alone one day |
| False accused and then condemned, but they |
| found no fault with him. |
| The man who wore the scarlet purple robe. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| Purple robe my Savior wore |
| oh, what shame for me He bore |
| as He stood alone forsaken on that day, |
| and they placed upon His head |
| piercing thorns of blood stained red. |
| And his raiment was the scarlet purple robe. |
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| In the common judgement hall |
| He was mocked and scorned by all. |
| and tears of sorrow fell upon His cheeks. |
| Soldiers of the wicked band smote Him with their evil hands. |
| And His raiment was the scarlet purple robe. |
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| Words of truth that day were claimed. |
| From the lips of Pilot came. |
| In this man I find no reason He should die. |
| But the multitude then cried, |
| Let Him now be crucified. |
| The man who wore the scarlet purple robe. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| PUT YOUR HAND IN THE HAND |
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| (CHORUS) |
| Put your hand in the hand of the man |
| who still the water |
| Put your hand in the hand of the man |
| who calmed the sea. |
| Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently |
| by putting your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee. |
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| Every time I look into the Holy Book |
| I wanna tremble |
| When I read about the part where a carpenter cleared the temple |
| for the buyers and the sellers were no different |
| fellows than what I profess to be. |
| and if it causes me shame to know |
| I'm not the man I should be. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| Mama taught me how to pray |
| before I reached the age of seven. |
| When I'm down on my knees |
| that's when I'm close to Heaven |
| Daddy left this life with two kids and a wife, |
| and he did what he could do. |
| and he showed me enough of what it |
| takes to get you through. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| RANK STRANGER |
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| I wandered today to my home in the mountains |
| To talk with old friends and my kindred to see |
| When I reached my old home |
| There was no one to greet me |
| But I found they were all rank strangers to me. |
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| CHORUS |
| EVERYBODY I MET SEEMED TO BE A RANK STRANGER |
| NO MOTHER OR DAD NOT A FRIEND COULD I SEE |
| THEY KNEW NOT MY NAME AND I KNEW NOT THEIR FACES |
| BUT I FOUND THEY WERE ALL RANK STRANGERS TO ME. |
|
| Well I went down the road to inquire of some neighbors |
| I asked everyone where the old folks could be |
| They knew not my name and I knew not their faces. |
| But I found they were all rank strangers to me. |
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| Well they’ve all moved away said the voice of a stranger |
| To a beautiful home by the bright crystal sea. |
| Some beautiful day, I’ll meet them in Heaven |
| Where no one will be a rank stranger to me. |
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| REACH OUT AND TOUCH THE LORD |
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| On a dark and stormy night on the sea of Galilee |
| The disciples were so fearful at the dark raging sea |
| When along the raging water walked the blessed Lord of Life. |
| He calmed the raging water as He walked by. |
|
| (CHORUS) |
| Reach out and touch the Lord as He walks by |
| You'll find He's not too busy to hear you when you cry. |
| He's passing every moment, your needs He will supply. |
| Reach out and touch the Lord as He walks by. |
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| Yes, the wind and the sea obeyed Him, just like the Bible said. |
| With Five loaves and two fish, five thousand souls were fed. |
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| As He walked the dusty wayside, on His way to raise the dead. |
| Mighty crowds gathered around hungry for the living bread. |
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| I must touch Him cried a woman, |
| I must touch Him or I'll die; |
| She reached out and touched the Lord, as He walked by. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| RIDE OUT YOUR STORM |
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| You've been in a storm seems like forever |
| and your night of confusion, seems, oh, so long. |
| Your ship has lost anchor |
| and the storms got you drifting. |
| but the nights almost over |
| so ride out your storm. |
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| (CHORUS) |
| Ride out your storm |
| God's right there with you. |
| You may not feel Him |
| Oh, but you're not alone. |
| You're hurting now, but your answer is coming. |
| Just hold on to Jesus and ride out your storm. |
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| Remember His promise, He said, I’ll never forsake you. |
| Through the waters are raging. |
| OH, they'll do you no harm. |
| Don't give up the battle, for your answer is coming. |
| Just hold onto Jesus, and ride out the storm. |
| (CHORUS) |
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| ROSE AMONG THE THORNS |
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| While strolling through the fields of time |
| There’s many things to see |
| But nature is the greatest sight |
| This world could ever see |
| But the greatest of them is how |
| This world was formed and how |
| There had to be a Rose to live |
| And die among the thorns |
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| CHORUS |
| ONE DAY AMONG THE WORLD OF THORNS |
| A ROSE BEGAN TO GROW |
| IT WAS THE GREATES GIFT OF GOD |
| THIS WORLD WILL EVER KNOW |
| IT WAS THE WILL OF GOD TO SHOW |
| THAT SINCE THIS WORLD WAS FORMED |
| THERE HAD TO BE A ROSE TO LIVE |
| AND DIE AMONG THE THORNS. |
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| Two thousand years will soon be gone |
| Since God looked down with love |
| He built this earth with beauty |
| With Roses from above |
| He hung upon a Rugged Cross |
| To save this world from sin |
| Between two thorns this Rose, He died, |
| Three days He bloomed again. |
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| SAFE AT HOME |
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| As we leave this world below, |
| freed from troubles and sorrow, |
| going home to live up there forevermore. |
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| Gabriel’s trump, I hear the sound. |
| Get up children from the ground |
| there is a mansion waiting you. |
| We're Heaven bound. |
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| There are Angels over there |
| I see Jesus up in the air, |
| and Gods children praising Him everywhere. |
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| This old world is in a blaze |
| But Gods children it doesn't phase. |
| They are beyond the cares and worries of this land. |
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| Oh, poor sinner, why did you wait? |
| You are crying but it's too late. |
| The door of mercy has now been closed. |
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| If our loved ones don't go |
| I am glad that we won't know. |
| Just Heaven, sweet Heaven forevermore. |
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| Now forever we will sing, |
| Giving glory to our King. |
| We are home forevermore |
| safe at home. |
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| We will sing that new song, |
| while the ages roll on |
| We are redeemed we are redeemed |
| forever at Home. |
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| And forever we will be |
| with the one who died for me. |
| Glory, Glory to His name |
| we are safe at Home. |
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| Salvation Oh the Name I Love |
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| Salvation, Oh the name I love |
| Which came by Christ in the Lord above; |
| Surprising wisdom, matchless grace, |
| Which reached me low and helpless case. |
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| When I was sinking in despair |
| Filled with awful gloomy fear; |
| My Savior came to my relief; |
| He eased my pain and bore my grief. |
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| I immediately was made whole |
| I felt witness in my soul |
| My burdens went I knew not where |
| And gone was all my guilt and fear. |
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| And now I want my Lord to stay; |
| And be with me from day to day; |
| And guide me in this world below, |
| Directing everything I do. |
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| So when the messenger shall come, |
| I may be ready to go home; |
| And lay my head on Jesus’ breast, |
| And with my Dear Redeemer rest. |
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| Saviors Precious Blood |
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| There’s a crimson river flowing |
| Down the cross where Jesus died |
| It’s flowing down the mountains |
| Through the valleys deep and wide |
| It’s a balm to heal the nations |
| A reservoir of love |
| I’m talking about my Saviors precious blood. |
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| Coming from His throne in glory |
| Man in flesh, yet God diving |
| Walked among us pure and holy |
| Spotless lamb, oh He did shine |
| In His veins flowed man’s redemption |
| From a heart of perfect love |
| I’m talking about my Savior’s precious blood. |
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| It will heal your mind and body |
| It will save your soul from sin |
| It will take you back to Heaven |
| Where it all began |
| It will take you through the fire |
| It will take you through the flood |
| I’m talking about my Savior’s precious blood. |
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| It will comfort and protect you |
| In your midnight hours alone |
| It will save your wayward children |
| And restore your broken home |
| Fly your spirit out of prison Turn your hatred into love |
| I’m talking about my Savior’s precious blood. |
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| See The Christians |
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| See the Christians in that day, |
| Take wings and fly away, |
| Glad to hear the trumpet sounding in that morning |
| Crying, Oh, Lord, how I want to go, |
| To join a league of angels in that morning |
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| See the stars begin to fall, |
| And to hear our Savior’s call |
| Arise, and come to judgment in that morning, |
| Crying, oh, Lord how I want to go |
| To join the Holy angels in that morning. |
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| See the moon turn to blood, |
| While the saints are praising God |
| See the world all on fire and the saints arising higher. |
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| Crying, Oh, Lord how I want to go, |
| To join the holy angels in that morning. |
| See our parents in that day, |
| Take wings and fly away. |
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| Glad to hear the trumpet sounding in that morning, |
| Crying, Oh, Lord how I want to go, |
| To join the holy angels in that morning. |
| See the earth melt away, |
| In that great and awful day. |
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| You’re going to hear the trumpet sounding in that morning |
| Crying, Oh, Lord, how I want to go, |
| To join a league of angels in that morning. |
| See poor sinners in that day, |
| Quite willing now to pray. |
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| But Alas! It’ll be to late in that morning, |
| Crying, Oh, Lord, how I want to go, |
| I want to see my Savior most of all in that morning. |
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| SEPERATED BROTHERS |
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| Sometimes I often wonder. And I’m sure you do too |
| How could one of my brothers prove to be untrue. |
| How could you say you love me and greet me with a smile. |
| Then fail to work together when we are in a great trial. |
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| Don’t you know you’ll grieve our Savior, He wants us all to be one. |
| And if we are separated, He cannot say well done. |
| I remember the night when Jesus sat with His twelve men |
| And one for money betrayed Him, that man who never knew sin. |
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| I remember the night when Jesus raised from His knees in prayer |
| And Judas said he loved Him, he kissed that man so fair. |
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| My brother, I still love you and will prove it to you Someday. |
| Come let us reason together and see who’s in the Right way. |
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| My brother I still love you, I hope someday you’ll see |
| The need I have for you and the need you have for me. |
| I will meet you at the judgement as we are to gather there. |
| I often told you a weeping, we’ll have to be brothers down here. |
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| Silver and Gold |
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| I met and old man walking down the street |
| His clothes were torn and tattered |
| With sandals on His feet. |
| I stopped to help Him and lend Him a hand |
| He said I love you so much, but you must understand |
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| That silver and gold might buy you a home |
| But things of this world, they won’t last you long |
| And time has a way of turning us old |
| And time can’t be bought back with silver and gold |
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| And He said to me, “let’s rest for a while |
| Cause I have some good news to share with you child.” |
| He said, “You can’t change this old world, but people need to know |
| That a dear Savior died here a long, long time ago.” |
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| His eyes shown like diamonds and His smile was Heaven sent |
| His hair was long and flowing and His back was slightly bent |
| And I knew it, cause that day I changed, |
| And as I watched Him walk on |
| I forgot to get His name. |
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| He said silver and gold can’t buy you a home |
| But things of this world, they won’t last you long |
| But you can live in a world where you’ll never grow old |
| And things can’t be bought there with silver and gold |
| And time can’t be bought back with silver and gold. |
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| SIX HOURS ON THE CROSS |
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| My Savior came down from Heaven one day |
| The price for our sins, He came down to pay |
| He carried the cross up Calvary’s Hill |
| He was nailed to the cross, twas His own Fathers will. |
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| He died on the cross, was laid in the grave |
| For the sins of this world, His own life He gave. |
| The sun would not shine, the earth it did quake |
| And there at the tomb, the keepers did shake. |
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| Six hours on the cross, three days in the tomb |
| The disciples were filled with sorrow and gloom |
| The grave opened wide, He rose from the dead |
| He paid for our sins just like He had said. |
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| He was born as a child, yet he was a king. |
| When I hear the sweet news it makes my heart sing |
| This world was in darkness while he lay in the tomb. |
| Like a beautiful rose, after three days he bloomed. |
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| When the winter winds blow, our hearts fill with gloom |
| We wonder how long till the sweet roses bloom. |
| Be patient and faithful some day he will come. |
| To gather His roses and take them all home. |
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| He was born as a child, yet he was a king |
| When I hear the sweet news it makes my heart sing |
| This world was in darkness while he lay in the tomb. |
| Like a beautiful rose, after three days He bloomed. |
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| SNOW COVERED MOUND NO. 1 |
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| Covered with snow beneath the mantle of white |
| Sweetly our mother is sleeping tonight |
| Calmly she sleeps while the winter winds blow |
| She sleeps in a grave all covered with snow. |
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| SLEEPING BENEATH THE GENTLE SNOW |
| SWEETLY SHE SLEEPS WHILE THE WINTER WINDS BLOW |
| CALMLY SHE REST BENEATH THE MANTLE OF WHITE |
| OUR MOTHER’S SLEEP SHE IS SLEEPING TONIGHT |
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| there she will sleep beneath the snow covered mound |
| till that great day when the trumpet shall sound |
| then she’ll awake from her slumber below |
| and be united to live ever more. |
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| There she will sleep till the spring time shall come |
| Sweet fragrant roses will bloom on her tomb |
| Calmy she sleeps beneath the mantle of white |
| Our mother’s asleep she is sleeping tonight. |
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| SOME BRIGHT MORNING |
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| I’d like to wake up some bright morning |
| With the sun shining in my room |
| And the birds all singing so sweetly |
| In a world where there’s no sorrow or pain |
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| A smile or a nod from a stranger |
| An offering of help I won’t need |
| And all sick folks out of danger |
| In a country where nobody begs. |
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| The poor and the old folks in their new home |
| In a county where nobody begs |
| The blind with their new eyes to see with |
| The cripple with their new arms and legs. |
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| I’d love to wake up some fine morning |
| And find everybody shaking hands |
| And see a new day dawning |
| And sinners all forgiving and free. |
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| There won’t be any wars up in Heaven |
| To take our children away |
| And we won’t have to walk by their coffins |
| When we get to Heaven some day. |
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| When we get to that Heavenly city |
| And walk down that golden street |
| And will see our Heavenly maker |
| And our precious Redeemer we’ll meet. |
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| We hope to meet father and mother |
| And all of God’s children up there. |
| We’ll share in the mansions of glory |
| In that mansion Jesus went to prepare. |
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| SOME FINE MORNING |
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| I’d like to wake up some fine morning |
| With the sun shining into my lonely room |
| And the birds all singing so sweetly |
| In a world without sorrow and gloom |
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| A smile or a nod from a stranger |
| An offering of help I won’t need with all the sick folks out of danger |
| And the sinners forgiven and free |
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| The poor and the old folks in their new homes |
| In a country where nobody begs |
| The blind having new eyes to see with |
| And the crippled with new arms and legs. |
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| I’d like to wake up some fine morning |
| And find everybody shaking hands |
| and wake with a new day dawning |
| and peace that the world can’t understand. |
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| I would love to wake up some fine morning |
| With the saints gathering around the white throne |
| And hear the blessed voice of my Savior |
| When He welcomes His children all home. |
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| There won’t be no wars up in Heaven |
| To take our children away |
| And we won’t have to pass by their coffin |
| When we get there to Heaven someday |
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| To awake in the arms of Jesus |
| Would mean so much to me |
| I gave my life to Jesus |
| And was His spirit that se me free. |
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| SOMETIMES |
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| Sometimes I close my eyes and think of Heaven |
| A city where the chill of night don’t steal the day |
| And I’m sure that flowers bloom on each hillside |
| Then I can almost hear the voice of Jesus say |
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| GOOD MORNING CHILD, WELCOME TO THE BRAND NEW CITY |
| MAKE YOURSELF HOME FEEL FREE TO ROAM HERE ON IT’S SHORE |
| IT WILL BE SO GOOD TO BE AT HOME IN MY NEW MANSION |
| WITH OUTSTRETCHED ARMS, LET GOD REACH OUT AND DRAW YOU HOME. |
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| Sometimes I close my eyes and think of Jesus |
| And how He died upon the cross for you and me |
| And I’m sure that someday I’ll live with Him in |
| Glory for I can almost hear the voice of Jesus say. |
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| Sometimes I raise my eyes toward Heaven |
| And I cry, oh, Lord, my God, what shall I do? |
| For I’m homesick and my thoughts are all of glory |
| And I want to hear the voice of Jesus say. |
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| SOMEWHERE |
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| Somewhere beyond this vale of tears, |
| Away from toils, trials, and cares |
| A mansion is a-waiting me, |
| Oh, how I long to go and see. |
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| There in that happy land above |
| Where all is peace and joy and love. |
| A crown of glory waits for me |
| A robe and a harp, by faith I see. |
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| But I’ve got one more valley, one more hill |
| A few more trials, a few more tears. |
| A few more days I have to spend |
| Then trouble here on earth will end. |
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| I’ve got one more river I must cross |
| For Jesus Christ has paid the cost. |
| A few more souls I’ll try to win |
| And I’ll reach Heaven in the end. |
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| Sweet Heaven now is in my view |
| A happy land beyond the blue. |
| Oh, children come and go alone |
| Lets join that bright angelic throng. |
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| My blessed Savior leads the way |
| To Heaven He’ll lead me some sweet day |
| The Blessed One who died for me |
| But I’ve got one more valley, one more hill |
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| A few more heartaches, a few more tears. |
| And then I’ll hear the Master’s call. |
| And Heaven will be worth it all. |
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| SORRY I NEVER KNEW YOU |
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| Last night as I laid sleeping |
| A dream came to me. |
| I dreamed about the end of time, |
| About Eternity |
| I saw a million sinners |
| Fall on their knees and pray |
| The Lord, He sadly shook His head. |
| And this I heard Him say: |
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| Sorry I never knew you |
| Depart from me forever more. |
| Sorry I never knew you |
| Go and serve the one that you have served before. |
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| I thought the time had fully come. |
| That I must stand the trial |
| I told the Lord that I had been a Christian all the while. |
| But through His book He took a look, |
| And sadly shook His head. |
| Then placed me over on His left. |
| And this I heard Him say. |
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| Sorry, I never knew you |
| I find no record of your birth |
| Sorry, I never knew you |
| Go and serve the one that you served on earth. |
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| There were my wife and children |
| I heard their loving voice |
| They must have been so happy |
| Oh, how they did rejoice. |
| Their robes of white around them |
| Their faces all aglow |
| My little girl looked over at me |
| And this I heard her say. |
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| Daddy, we can’t go with you |
| We must dwell in the joys of our Lord. |
| Sorry, for we still love you |
| But you’ll never be our daddy any more. |
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| Now when I had awakened |
| The tears were in my eyes |
| And looking all around me |
| And there to my surprise |
| There were my loving babies |
| I knew it was a dream. |
| Down beside that bed of mine |
| You should have heard me scream. |
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| Father, who art in Glory |
| I know Thou gave Thine only Son |
| Father, please forgive me |
| For I want to be ready when you come. |
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| STAR OF BETHLEHEM |
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| Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem |
| Shining afar, their shadows dim |
| Giving a light for those who long have gone |
| And guiding the wise men on their way |
| Unto the place where Jesus lay. |
| Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem, shine on. |
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| OH BEAUTIFUL STAR OF BETHLEHEM |
| SHINE UPON US UNTIL THE GLORY DAWNS |
| GIVE US THE LIGHT TO LIGHT THE WAY |
| UNTO THE LAND OF PERFECT DAY. |
| OH BEAUTIFUL STAR OF BETHLEHEM, SHINE ON. |
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| Oh beautiful star, the hope of life |
| Guiding the pilgrims through the night. |
| Over the mountains till the break of dawn |
| Into the light of a perfect day. |
| It will yield out a lovely way. |
| Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem, shine on. |
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| Oh beautiful star, the hope of rest |
| For the redeemed, the good, and blessed, |
| Yonder in glory when crown is won. |
| For Jesus now the Star divine. |
| Brighter and brighter He will shine. |
| Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem, shine on. |
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| STEER ME ON THE RIGHTEOUS PATHWAY |
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| In a church house Sunday morning |
| Sat a man unwelcome there |
| Judged by man and not by Jesus |
| He lifted up his voice in prayer |
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| Steer me on the righteous pathway |
| Help me onward to abide. |
| Hold me to your precious bosom |
| Help me Lord to walk by your side. |
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| Then some silent moments followed |
| Seems like no one in that room |
| Then a void that roared like thunder |
| Saying look for Me, I’m coming Home. |
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| Such a change I never witnessed |
| Feelings there that they were shown. |
| Gathered there around that stranger |
| Saying God bless you, welcome home. |
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| The water looked so dark and troubled |
| As the young man waded in. |
| Angels in Heaven were rejoicing |
| God had saved him from his sins. |
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| SUN COMING UP IN THE MORNING |
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| Once again I faced Satan this morning |
| And I battled him all the day long |
| But in my weakness God sends reinforcement |
| And at sundown I’ll sing a victory song |
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| And the suns coming up in the morning |
| Every tear will be gone from my eyes |
| This old clay’s going to give away to Glory |
| And like an eagle I’ll take to the sky. |
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| In a world so filled with doubt and confusion |
| Its so hard when you don’t understand |
| But I’m standing on a solid foundation |
| And I’ll cling to an unchanging hand. |
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| SWEET BY AND BY |
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| There’s a land that is fairer than day |
| And by faith we can see it afar |
| For the Father waits over the way. |
| To prepare us a dwelling place there. |
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| IN THE SWEET BY AND BY |
| WE SHALL MEET ON THAT BEAUTIFU SHORE; |
| IN THE SWEET BY AND BY |
| WE SHALL MEET ON THAT BEAUTIFUL SHORE. |
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| We shall sing on that beautiful shore |
| The melodious songs of the blest. |
| And our spirits shall sorrow no more |
| Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. |
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| CHORUS |
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| To our wonderful Father above |
| We will offer the tribute of praise |
| For the glorious gift of His love |
| And the blessings that hallow our days. |
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| SWEET GLORIES RUSH UPON MY SIGHT |
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| Sweet glories rush upon my sight, |
| And charm my wandering eyes |
| The regions of immortal light |
| The beauties of the skies. |
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| HOW LONG, DEAR SAVIOR, O! LONG |
| HAVE I ON EARTH TO STAY? |
| ROLL ON, ROLL ON, THE WHEELS OF TIME, |
| AND BRING THE JOYFUL DAY. |
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| All hail! Ye fair celestial shores |
| Ye lands of endless day |
| Swift on my view your prospect pours |
| And drives my grief away. |
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| There’s a delightful clearness now |
| My clouds of doubts are gone |
| Fled are my former darkness too |
| My fears are all withdrawn. |
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| Short is the passage, short is the space |
| Between my home and me |
| There, there behold the radiant place |
| How near those mansions be. |
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| Immortal wonders, boundless things |
| In those dear worlds appear |
| Prepare me lord, to stretch my wings |
| And in those glories share. |
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| SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT |
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| Swing low, sweet chariot |
| Coming for to carry me home |
| Swing, low, sweet chariot |
| Coming for to carry me home. |
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| I looked over Jordan and what did I see |
| Coming for to carry me home |
| A band of angels coming after me |
| Coming for to carry me home |
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| Swing low, sweet chariot |
| Coming for to carry me home |
| Swing low, sweet chariot |
| Coming for to carry me home. |
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| If you get there before I do |
| Coming for to carry me home |
| Tell all my friends that I’m coming too |
| Coming for to carry me home. |
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| Swing low, sweet chariot |
| Coming for to carry me home |
| Swing low, sweet chariot |
| Coming for to carry me home. |
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| I’m sometimes up and sometimes down |
| Coming for to carry me home |
| But still my soul feels heavenly bound |
| Coming for to carry me home. |
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| Swing low, sweet chariot |
| Coming for to carry me home |
| Swing low, sweet chariot |
| Coming for to carry me home. |
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| TAKE MY HAND PRECIOUS LORD |
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| When my way grows dreary precious Lord linger near |
| When my life is almost gone hear my cry |
| Hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall |
| Take my hand, precious Lord and lead me home. |
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| Precious Lord, take my hand lead me on, let me stand. |
| I am tired I am weak, I am worn through the storm. |
| Through the night, lead me on to the light, |
| Precious Lord, take my hand and lead me on. |
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| When the darkness appears and night draws near, |
| And the day is past and gone |
| At the river I stand, guide my feet, hold my hand. |
| Precious Lord, take my hand and lead me on. |
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| When the world’s in distress, let me lean on thy breast |
| For my hope and my refuge are in Thee |
| Hear my groans, hear my cry let me know that thou art high. |
| Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me on. |
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| When my life is done, and I feel death has come, |
| When the pillows have been moved from my head |
| Let me pass out in peace, and give my release |
| Take my hand, precious Lord, and lead me on. |
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| TARRY WITH ME O MY SAVIOR |
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| Tarry with me O my Savior, |
| For the day is passing by |
| See the shades of evening gather |
| And the night is drawing nigh |
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| Many friends were gathered around me |
| In the bright days of the past |
| But the grave has closed above them |
| And I linger here at last |
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| Deeper, deeper grows the shadows |
| Paler now the glowing west |
| Swift the night of death advances |
| Shall it be the night of rest? |
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| Feeble trembling faint and dying |
| Lord I cast myself on Thee |
| Tarry with me through the darkness |
| While I sleep still watch by me |
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| Tarry with me , O my Savior |
| Lay me head upon thy breast |
| Till the morning then awake me |
| Morning of eternal rest. |
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| TEMPTED AND TRIED |
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| Tempted and tried |
| I’m often made to wonder |
| Why it should be thus all the way long |
| While there are others living about us |
| Never molested though in the wrong. |
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| FARTHER ALONG WE’LL KNOW MORE ABOUT IT |
| FARTHER ALONG WE’LL UNDERSTAND WHY |
| CHEER UP, MY BRETHREN |
| LIVING IN THE SUNSHINE |
| WE’LL UNDERSTAND IT ALL BY AND BY. |
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| Then do we wonder |
| Why we should leave home |
| Go in the rain, the cold and the snow |
| While there are others |
| Living in comfort |
| Giving no heed to all I can do. |
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| When death comes |
| And takes our loved ones |
| Leaving our homes so sad and dreary |
| Then do we wonder why others prosper, |
| Living so wicked year after year. |
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| Faithful till death |
| Says our loving Savior |
| Little while longer to labor and wait |
| The toil of the road |
| Will seem to be nothing |
| As we sweep through the Golden Gate. |
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| TESTING TIMES |
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| The testing times are just ahead |
| For the children of the King. |
| Just press along and do not dread, |
| But pray and shout and sing. |
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| The time of sorrow it will come |
| And the beast shall arise |
| And sit as God upon His throne, |
| To deceive their blinded eyes. |
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| And what that beast may see to be |
| No mortal tongue can tell |
| But if we do not take his mark |
| We cannot buy or sell. |
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| Our children they may cry for bread |
| And some of us may die |
| But praise the Lord I’m trusting One |
| That rules that range on high. |
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| His children He will not forsake |
| And when He hears His own |
| Crying out in agony |
| The Son will leave His throne |
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| His angels He will bring with Him |
| And send them East and West. |
| And North and South to gather in |
| The ones that stood the test. |
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| Oh, won’t you come and go with me |
| The transportation’s free |
| Christ Jesus paid the debt for all |
| On dark Mount Calvary. |
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| THANK YOU LORD |
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| As the world looks upon me |
| As I struggle alone |
| They say I have nothing |
| But they are so wrong |
| In my heart I’m rejoicing |
| How I wish they could see |
| Thank you Lord, for your blessings on me. |
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| There’s a roof up above me |
| And a good place to sleep |
| There’s food on my table |
| And shoes on my feet. |
| You gave me your love, Lord |
| And a fine family. |
| Thank you, Lord, for your blessings on me. |
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| Now, I know I’m not wealthy |
| And my clothes are not new |
| I don’t have much money |
| But Lord, I have you. |
| And to me that’s all that matters. |
| Though the world they don’t see |
| Thank you, Lord, for your blessings on me. |
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| There’s this church I can go to |
| To hear the word of God |
| And a preacher who loves you |
| And spares not the rod. |
| We sing Your praise together |
| In love and harmony |
| Thank you, Lord, for your blessings on me. |
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| Some day when life is over |
| And we meet our precious ones |
| We’ll pause to thank you, Jesus, |
| For all that you have done. |
| We’ll give you praise together |
| Throughout eternity. |
| Thank I’ll stop to thank you, Jesus |
| For your blessings on me. |
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| THANK YOU MAMA FOR PRAYING FOR ME |
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| Somebody somewhere was praying that night |
| When Jesus came in and I saw the light. |
| It must have been Mama, I’d heard here before. |
| As she knelt by her bedside her tears touched the floor. |
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| Thank you mama for praying for me |
| If you had not prayed, then where would I be |
| They call you old-fashioned, but you loved the Lord |
| And your prayers touched the Master and your tears touched the floor. |
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| She held to the altar and wouldn’t give in. |
| Till she knew all her children had been born again. |
| Just an old-fashioned mama, but she loved the Lord. |
| And he prayers touched the Master as her tears touched the floor. |
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| THAT AWFUL DEAD LINE |
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| Many times I have traveled |
| Often heavy my load |
| I’ve seen many wandering |
| They’ve took the wrong road |
| They’re some mother’s children |
| Without peace of mind |
| So swiftly they’re crossing |
| That awful dead line |
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| CHORUS |
| NO TIME FOR THE BIBLE |
| NOT A PRAYER IN YOUR HOME |
| YOUR SWEET LOVING CHILDREN |
| YOU’VE LEFT THEM TO ROAM |
| THERE’S CHURCH EVERY SUNDAY |
| BUT YOU NEVER HAVE THE TIME |
| OH, SINNERS, YOU’RE CROSSING |
| THAT AWFUL DEAD LINE |
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| Can’t you hear Jesus calling |
| Listen now to His voice |
| Come now He is pleading |
| While you still have the choice. |
| Please turn to His pathway |
| While you still have the time |
| Oh, sinner you’re crossing |
| That awful dead line. |
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| THAT CITY THAT LIES FOURSQUARE |
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| I am going to that city |
| Where the lights are hanging high |
| I am going where no troubles can come |
| Will you meet me there, my Father, in |
| That city that lies foursquare, |
| And we will live together over there. |
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| CHORUS |
| I CAN SEE THE PEARLY GATES OPEN |
| I CAN SEE MY SAVIORS HAND |
| I CAN HEAR HIS TENDER VOICE CALLING COME |
| COME UP HERE MY LITTLE CHILDREN |
| TO THAT CITY THAT LIES FOURSQUARE |
| AND WE WILL ALL LIVE TOGETHER OVER THERE. |
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| I am going to that city |
| Where the lights are hanging high. |
| I am going where no troubles can come. |
| Will you meet there my Mother, in |
| That city that lies foursquare |
| And we will all live together over there. |
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| I am going to that city |
| Where the lights are hanging high |
| I am going where no troubles can come |
| Will you meet me there my brothers, in |
| That city that lies foursquare |
| And we will all live together over there. |
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| I am going to that city |
| Where the lights are hanging high |
| I am going where no troubles can come in |
| Will you meet me there my sisters, in |
| That city that lies foursquare |
| And we will all live together over there. |
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| I am going to that city where the lights are hanging high |
| I am going where no troubles can come |
| Will you meet me there my children, in |
| That city that lies foursquare |
| And we will all live together over there. |
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| I am going to that city |
| Where the lights are hanging high |
| I am going where no troubles can come |
| Will you meet me there, My Savior, in |
| That city that lies foursquare |
| And we will all live together over there. |
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| THE BOATMAN |
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| When my life here has ended |
| And I’ve sung my final song |
| And delivered my last message |
| And have made my final call |
| When I come to chilly Jordan |
| Will the boatman take me o’er? |
| Will He say, come in my servant. |
| Enter in to your reward? |
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| Thank you Lord, I’ve got my ticket |
| Jesus gave me years ago |
| And I got it by believing |
| In my Savior’s precious word |
| It’s been marked by special markings |
| By my Savior’s precious blood |
| And the boatman He will take it |
| And will carry me safely o’er. |
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| Mother’s gone to live with Jesus |
| Over in her brand new home |
| And some day I’ll go to see her |
| And from her I’ll never roam |
| Jesus called and mother answered |
| She went home with him to stay |
| And some day He’ll call her children |
| Won’t that be a happy day? |
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| This same Jesus who once saved me |
| On a lonely mountain side |
| Said, if you will trust and follow |
| Then with Him you shall abide |
| When I come to chilly Jordan |
| Will the boatman carry me o’er? |
| will He say, come in my servant |
| enter in to your reward? |
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| THE CITY BEYOND DEATH SEA |
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| O’er death sea in yon blessed city |
| There’s a home for everyone |
| Purchased with a price most costly |
| It was the blood of God’s dear Son. |
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| In that city, bright city |
| Soon with loved ones I shall be |
| And with Jesus live forever |
| In that city beyond death sea. |
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| Here we have no abiding city |
| Mansions here will soon decay |
| But that city God built firmly |
| It can never pass away |
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| I have loved ones in that city |
| Those who left me years ago. |
| They with joy are waiting for me |
| Where no farewell tears ever flow. |
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| Toward that pure and holy city |
| Oft my lingering eyes I cast |
| Jesus whispers sweetly to me |
| Heaven is yours when life is past. |
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| THE DAY HE SUPPED WITH ME |
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| When I was just a young man my Savior came to me |
| He said in a low still voice “won’t you come sup with me?” |
| But I was so rebellious and I pushed Him away |
| I said, “Lord wait till I get old, I’m too busy to talk today.” |
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| A few more years went rolling by and I went on my way |
| But the Spirit said, “I’m still here, please don’t turn me away.” |
| So many things I did were wrong, yet I didn’t seem to care. |
| But Jesus by His sweet mercy, said “child I’m still right here.” |
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| One night I saw the bride, and how happy they seemed to be. |
| I made it up in my heart, with them I’d love to be. |
| I called upon my Savior, saying “Lord, have mercy on me. |
| Forgive me Lord, I’ve done you wrong, |
| Please come and sup with me,” |
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| After many long and sleepless nights, sweet Jesus heard my plea. |
| He said “My child, my precious child, I’ll come and sup with Thee. |
| Here’s you a very precious robe, and new shoes for your feet. |
| Now come my little precious lamb, come in and sup with me.” |
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| Now years are rolling by again, and I’m happy along my way |
| And often I think back in time of that sweet precious day. |
| Sometimes I cry right out loud, oh Lord, how I thank Thee. |
| For saving my poor lost soul and coming in to sup with me. |
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| Now sinners I beg you, please hear what I have to say. |
| When Jesus knocks at your heart, please don’t turn him away. |
| Just open up and let Him in, He’s so full of mercy you see. |
| And you’ll be oh, so happy, the day you sup with Thee. |
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| THE DAY IS PAST AND GONE |
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| The day is past and gone |
| The evening shade appears |
| Oh may we all remember well |
| the night of death is near. |
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| We lay our garments by |
| Upon our bed to rest. |
| So death will soon disrobe us all |
| Of what we here possess. |
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| Lord, keep us safe this night |
| Secure from all our fears |
| May angels guard us while we sleep |
| Till morning light appears, |
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| And if we early rise |
| And view the unworried sun |
| May we set out to win the prize |
| And after glory run. |
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| And when our days are past |
| And we from time removed |
| O, may we in Thy bosom rest, |
| The bosom of Thy love. |
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| THE DRUNKARD’S LONE CHILD |
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| I’m alone, all alone, my friends have all fled |
| My fathers a drunkard, my mother is dead. |
| I’m a poor little child, I wander and weep |
| For the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep. |
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| I am lonely and sad in this cold world so wide |
| Oh, God! Look in pit on a poor orphan child |
| In pity look down, oh hasten to me, |
| And take me to dwell with mother and Thee. |
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| She sleeps on a hill in a bed of cold clay. |
| How said it did seem to lay Mother away. |
| She is gone with the angels, no more do I see, |
| So dear was the face of my mother to me. |
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| It’s springtime on earth, the birds are so glad. |
| I listen and wonder, my heart is so sad. |
| Sweet flowers around me and strangers pass by, |
| But the form of my mother no longer is nigh. |
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| Last night in a dream she seemed to draw near. |
| She kissed me so sweetly as when she was here. |
| She smiled upon me and fondled my brow, |
| And whispered, “sleep on, I’m watching you now.” |
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| THE FAMILY WHO PRAYS |
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| CHORUS |
| THE FAMILY WHO PRAYS WILL NEVER BE PARTED |
| THEIR CIRCLE IN HEAVEN UNBROKEN SHALL STAND |
| GOD WILL SAY ENTER MY GOOD FAITHFUL SERVANT |
| WHERE THE FAMILY WHO PRAYS NEVER SHALL PART. |
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| Satan has parted fathers and mothers, |
| Filling their hearts with his envy and hate. |
| Leading their pathway down to destruction |
| But the family who prays never shall part. |
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| Wars and tornadoes are taking our loved ones. |
| Leaving our children like orphans to stray, |
| But we shall join them over the river |
| Where the family who prays never shall part. |
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| THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD |
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| What a beautiful thought I am thinking |
| Concerning that great speckled bird |
| Remember her name is recorded |
| On the pages of God’s holy word. |
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| All the other birds are flocked around her |
| They watch every move that she makes |
| But I’m sure they can watch until evening |
| And really they will find no mistake. |
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| She is spreading her wings for a journey |
| She is going to fly by and by |
| And when the trumpet sounds in the morning |
| She will meet the dear Lord in the sky. |
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| In the presence of her represses |
| With a song never uttered before |
| She will rise and be gone in a moment |
| Where the great tribulations are over |
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| I’m glad I have learned of her meekness |
| I’m glad my name is on her book |
| For I want to be one never fearing |
| On the face of my Savior to look. |
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| When He cometh descending from Heaven |
| On a clod as He writes in His word |
| I’ll joyfully be carried to meet Him |
| On the wings of that great speckled bird. |
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| THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM |
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| Oh, they called Old John from the island, |
| And put him in a kettle of oil. |
| And the Lord came down from Heaven above, |
| And they tell me the oil wouldn’t boil. |
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| CHORUS |
| HE HAD THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM |
| AND FAITH UNLOCKED THE DOOR. |
| HE HAD THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM |
| AND THE WORLD COULDN’T DO HIM ANY HARM. |
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| Oh, the King said to the Hebrews |
| When they were about to sound. |
| Before you worship that idol god, |
| Get ready to bow down. |
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| Oh, Shadrach said to Meshach, |
| The Lord had been good to three boys |
| Meschach to Abednego |
| So count up the cost and let’s go. |
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| Oh, they put old Paul and Silas, |
| Down in the jail below |
| While one did sing and the other did shout |
| The angel unlocked the door. |
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| Go get your trumpet Gabriel |
| And move down by the sea. |
| And don’t you blow that trumpet |
| Until you hear from me. |
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| Oh, when you think you are living right |
| And serving God every day |
| Just fall right down on your bended knees, |
| He will hear every word you say. |
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| THE LETTER |
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| Last night I dreamed I got a letter |
| From someone who has been gone so long |
| It had a heavenly address |
| It had been mailed from that heavenly home |
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| It said, Dear children I just wanted to write you |
| And tell you I’m doing fine |
| That I live in a beautiful city |
| Here there’s life with no measure of time. |
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| I just thought I would write and tell you |
| How peaceful it is where I am |
| Not a tear have I seen since I’ve been here have |
| Not one broken heart have I found |
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| Not one call have I got since I’ve been here |
| Telling me that some loved one has died |
| Not one call asking for prayer |
| In this city, everybody’s all right. |
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| Oh, yes today I talked with Jesus |
| That man has got so much love to give. |
| I found Him so easy to talk to |
| He seemed so willing to forgive. |
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| By the way, he’s been trying to call you |
| He said you’ve been so busy down there below |
| But He promised He’s still keep trying |
| He seemed so concerned about your soul. |
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| THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD |
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| The Lord is my shepherd, He leadeth me |
| Beside the still waters, He maketh me see |
| When troubles surround me and days seem so long |
| I wonder when Jesus will take me on home. |
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| Don’t you want to go to Heaven, walk the streets of pure gold? |
| don’t you want to see the man who died for our souls? |
| Don’t you want to take to Jesus, kneel down at His feet? |
| I want to thank my Master for saving sinners like me. |
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| Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death |
| I’ll not be afraid, He’ll be there, He said. |
| His sweet arms open, waiting for me I know. |
| Lord, I want to be ready when it’s my time to go. |
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| This worlds full of trouble, sorrow and pain. |
| But it will be worth the waiting for what I’m going to gain. |
| I have a mansion in glory, there with my precious Lord, |
| And I wont have to suffer in this world any more. |
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| THE LORD WILL MAKE A WAY |
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| I’m on the Heavenly highway |
| Leading to the land above |
| All this world I have forsaken |
| Just to serve the one I love. |
| When the way is rough and rugged |
| Low before the cross I bow |
| I say unto my soul be patient |
| The Lord will make a way somehow. |
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| Sometimes I get so tired and weary |
| As I journey on my way |
| And my faith begins to fail me |
| It is then I kneel and pray. |
| I get a little glimpse of Heaven |
| While at His feet I humbly bow. |
| And I hear Him whisper, fear not, |
| I will make a way somehow |
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| Sometimes I feel just like a stranger |
| As I daily trod along |
| Through this world of toil and danger |
| Where so many things go wrong |
| Jesus promised to be with me |
| And to answer my every call |
| He will put His arms around me |
| He will not let me fall. |
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| When friends misunderstand me |
| And refuse to shake my hand |
| Satan tells me I’m a failure |
| But I firmly take my stand |
| Let the world despise and leave me |
| Jesus is a friend that’s true. |
| Oh, how sweet to hear Him whisper |
| I will make a way for you. |
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| THE MAN FROM GALILEE |
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| Oh, the man from Galilee |
| He hung upon the cruel tree |
| He was dying for sinners like me |
| As the blood came dripping down |
| From the cross to the ground |
| There was one drop he shed for me. |
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| Just for me and the sins of my soul |
| Just to cleanse me |
| And to free me and make me whole |
| As the blood came dripping down |
| From the cross unto the ground |
| There was one drop he shed for me |
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| They pierced him in the side |
| Oh forgive them, now he cried |
| I will pardon the sins they committed |
| And the blood and water came |
| Oh glory to His precious name |
| And that one drop He shed for me |
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| When in a better land |
| Before the throne I stand |
| And its beauty I’m able to see |
| I want to look upon his face |
| I want to thank Him for His grace. |
| And that one drop He shed for me. |
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| THE MODEL CHURCH |
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| Well wife, I’ve found the model church |
| And worshipped there today. |
| It made me think of good old times, |
| Before my hair was gray. |
| The meeting house was finer built |
| Than they were years ago. |
| But then I found when I went in, |
| It was not built for snow. |
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| The Sexton did not sit me down |
| Away back by the door. |
| He knew that I was old and deaf, |
| And saw that I was poor. |
| He must have been a Christian man, |
| He led me boldly through |
| The crowded aisle of the grand church |
| To find a pleasant pew. |
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| I wish you’d heard the singing, wife, |
| It had the old-time ring. |
| The preacher said with trumpet voice |
| Let all the people sing. |
| Old Coronation was the tune, |
| The music upward rolled. |
| Until I though the angel choir |
| Struck all their harps of gold. |
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| My deafness seemed to melt away, |
| My spirit caught the fire |
| I joined my feeble trembling voice |
| With that melodious choir |
| And sand as in my youthful days, |
| “Let angels prostrate fall, |
| Bring forth the royal diadem |
| And crown Him Lord of all.” |
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| I tell you wife, it did me good |
| To sing that hymn once more |
| I also want to lay aside this weather-beaten form |
| And anchor in the blessed port |
| Forever from the storm. |
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| Twas not a flowery sermon, wife, |
| But simple gospel truth |
| It filled humble men like me |
| It suited hopeful youth. |
| To win immortal souls to Christ, |
| The earnest preacher tried. |
| He talked not of himself or creed, |
| But Jesus crucified. |
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| Dear Wife, the toil will soon be over |
| The victory soon be won |
| The shining land is just ahead |
| Our race is nearly run |
| We’re nearing Canaan’s happy shore |
| Our home so bright and fair |
| Thank God we’ll never sorrow there |
| There’ll be no sorrow there. |
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| THE OLD CHURCH YARD |
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| Oh, come, come with me, to the old church yard. |
| I well know the path, through the soft green sward. |
| Friends slumber there, we were wont to regard |
| We’ll trace out their names in the old church yard. |
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| Oh, mourn not for them, their grief is o’er. |
| Weep not for them they weep no more |
| For deep is their sleep, though cold and hard |
| Their pillow may be in the old church yard. |
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| I know it seems vain, when friends depart |
| To breathe kind words to the broken heart |
| I know that the joys of life seem marred. |
| When we follow our friends to the old church yard. |
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| But were I aw rest beneath yon tree |
| Why would you weep, dear friend, for me |
| I’m wayworn and sad, o, why then retard |
| The rest that I seek in the old church yard. |
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| Our friends linger there in sweetest repose. |
| Released from the worlds sad bereavement and woes |
| And who would not rest with the friends they regard. |
| In quietude sweet, in the old church yard. |
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| We’ll rest in the hope of that bright day |
| When beauty shall spring from the prison of clay |
| When Gabriel’s voice and the trump of the Lord |
| Shall awaken the dead in the old church yard. |
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| Oh, weep not for me, I am anxious to go |
| To that haven of rest where tears never flow |
| I fear not to enter that dark lonely ward |
| For soon shall I rise from the old church yard. |
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| Yes, soon shall I join that heavenly band |
| Of glorified souls, at my Savior’s right hand |
| Forever to dwell in bright mansions prepared |
| For the saints who shall rise from the old church yard. |
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| THE OLD CROSS ROAD |
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| Now brethren take this warning |
| Don’t let old Satan hold your hand. |
| Or you’ll be lost in sin forever |
| You’ll never reach the promised land. |
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| The old cross road is waiting |
| Which one are you going to take. |
| One road leads down to destruction |
| And the other to the Pearly Gates. |
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| One road lead us up to Heaven |
| And the other leads down below |
| Jesus our precious Savior |
| He’ll guide your by the old crossroad |
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| Soon your life will be over |
| You’ll have to face the Old Cross Road |
| Will you be ready my Brethren |
| To slave the road that goes down below |
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| THE OLD RUGGED CROSS |
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| On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross |
| The emblem of suffering and shame |
| And I love that old cross |
| Where the dearest and best |
| For a world of lost sinners was slain. |
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| CHORUS |
| SO I’LL CHERISH THE OLD RUGGED CROSS |
| TILL MY TROPHIES AT LAST I LAY DOWN |
| I WILL CLING TO THE OLD RUGGED CROSS |
| AND EXCHANGE IT SOME DAY FOR A CROWN. |
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| Oh, that old rugged cross |
| So despise by the world |
| Has a wondrous attraction for me. |
| For the dear Lamb of God |
| Left His glory above |
| To bear it to dear Calvary. |
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| In the old rugged cross |
| Stained with blood so divine |
| A wondrous beauty I see |
| For twas on that old cross |
| Jesus suffered and died |
| To pardon and sanctify me |
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| To the old rugged cross I will ever be true |
| It’s shame and reproach gladly bear |
| Then He’ll call me some day, to my home far away. |
| Where His glory forever I’ll share. |
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| THE OLD SHIP OF ZION |
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| As I stand at the bank of the river |
| Looking out over life’s trouble sea; |
| I see an old ship a sailing |
| Is that the old ship Zion I see? |
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| Its hull is all bent and battered |
| From the storms of life I can see |
| The waves are rough and the old |
| Ship keeps on sailing |
| Is that the old ship of Zion I see? |
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| At the stern of the ship is the Captain |
| I can hear as He calls out my name |
| Get on board the old ship is leaving |
| It will never pass this way again. |
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| When I step on board, I’ll be leaving |
| All my sorrows and heartaches behind |
| I’ll be leaving with Jesus, the Captain |
| Sailing out on the old ship of Zion. |
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| At the stern of the ship is the Captain |
| I can her as he calls out my name. |
| Get on board the old ship is leaving |
| It will never pass this way again. |
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| THE ORPHANED GIRL |
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| “no home, no home,” cried a little girl |
| As she stood in the prices hall |
| Trembling she stood on the marble steps |
| And leaned on the polished wall |
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| Her cloths were thin and her feet were bare, |
| And the snow had covered her head |
| “Give me a home,” she feebly cried. |
| “A home and a bite of bread.” |
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| “A fathers love I never knew.” |
| And tears dropped from her eyes. |
| “My mother sleeps in a new-made grave, |
| Tis an orphan here tonight.” |
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| The night was dark and the snow fell fast. |
| As the rich man closed his door |
| He proud lips curled as he scornfully said; |
| “No home nor bread for the poor.” |
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| “I must freeze,’ the trembling child cried. |
| And sand to the steps of the door, |
| To wrap her feet in her tattered dress |
| All covered with sleet and snow. |
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| The hours rolled on and the midnight storm |
| Rolled on like a funeral knell, |
| The earth seemed wrapped in a winding sheet |
| And the chilly snow still fell. |
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| The rich man slept on his velvet couch |
| And dreamed of his silver and gold |
| While the orphan lay on a bed of snow, |
| And murmured, “so cold, so cold” |
|
| When the morning dawned the little girl |
| Still lay at the rich mans door. |
| But her soul had fled to its home above |
| Where there’s room and bread for the poor. |
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| No more she stood at the rich man’s door |
| And cried, “so cold, so cold!” |
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| With a crown on her head and a harp in her hand |
| She sang in a house of gold. |
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| THE REDEEMED ARE COMING |
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| I’ve been standing near a gate |
| Looking down the narrow way |
| And I see the multitude gathered there |
| Wearing garments white as snow |
| Walking streets as pure as gold |
| All the saints are coming home forever more. |
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| CHORUS |
| IN THE MIDST IS THE KING |
| LITTLE CHILDREN AT HIS FEET |
| NO MORE PAIN WILL THEY KNOW |
| HE HAS TOUCHED THEM AND MADE THEM WHOLE |
| HAPPY VOICES FILL THE AIR |
| THER IS SINGING EVERYWHERE |
| WHAT A SIGHT TO BEHOLD |
| THE REDEEMED ARE COMING HOME |
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| Oh, how sweet it is to hear, |
| Mamma singing loud and clear |
| And the sound of angel wings on my ear. |
| Saints have come from far and near. |
| Never again to know a care. |
| But to spend eternal days with the Lord. |
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| THE RINGING OF THE HAMMER |
|
| In a vision I went back through the ages |
| I looked on a hill lone and gray |
| Where an angry crowd had gathered |
| To crucify a man that day. |
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| I heard as they shouted, crucify Him, |
| On a cross there on Mount Calvary. |
| I heard the ringing of the hammer |
| As they nailed this man to a tree. |
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| I saw as they raised it towards Heaven |
| It was Jesus they had nailed to the tree. |
| It was the ringing of the hammer |
| That would bring salvation to me. |
|
| I heard the ringing of the hammer |
| As they nailed my Lord to the tree |
| I fell on my knees there at Calvary |
| Crying, “Lord, have mercy on me.” |
|
| He looked down upon me in pity |
| He said, “I died that you may be free.’’ |
| It was the ringing of the hammer |
| That has brought salvation to me. |
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| Oh, dear ones, come look upon Jesus |
| As He hangs on that old rugged tree |
| Hear the ringing of the hammer |
| Turn to Jesus and you can be free. |
|
| He has taken your sins to Mount Calvary. |
| Just ask him He will set you free. |
| Hear the ringing of the hammer |
| And cry, “Lord, have mercy on me.” |
|
| I didn’t know as I gazed on the hillside |
| Just how much this would mean to me. |
| I heard the ringing of the hammer |
| As they nailed my Lord to the tree. |
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| THE SAVIOR’S CALL |
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| Come listen one, come listen all |
| Come listen to your Savior’s call |
| I’ll call on you both night and day |
| Oh, why will you go astray? |
|
| I left my Father’s house above |
| I loved you with eternal love |
| My body hung upon the tree |
| To set your souls at liberty |
|
| I called your father Abraham, |
| I led the shepherds of Judah land; |
| I am the Star of Bethlehem, |
| Come, rejoice in Me, poor fallen man. |
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| I was wrapped in swaddling bands |
| I had no home like another man |
| The only place I had to lay |
| Was in the manger till break of day |
|
| I turned the water into wine |
| I cast a legion into swine |
| I clothed a man in his right mind |
| Oh sinners, seek and you shall find. |
|
| The deaf can hear, the dumb can talk |
| The blind can see the lame can walk |
| I love you all, both great and small. |
| Come, listen to your Savior’s call. |
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| I’ll carry you up home above. |
| I’ll find you with eternal love, |
| We’ll play on harps of purest gold, |
| Where little ones never grow old. |
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| THE THIRD MAN |
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| Last night I dreamed I took a walk |
| Up Calvary’s lonely hill |
| The things I saw with my own eyes |
| Could not have been more real. |
| I saw upon three crosses |
| Three men in agony. |
| One cried our for mercy |
| And the third man looked at me. |
|
| And oh, the hurt in this man’s eyes |
| Just broke my heart in two. |
| It seemed that I could hear Him say, |
| “I’m doing this all for you.’’ |
| I knelt beneath the third mans cross |
| And humbly bowed my hear |
| I reached out and I touched His feet |
| And it stained my hands with blood. |
|
| In agonizing pain He cried |
| I raised my eyes to see |
| The blood that flowed from the third mand side. |
| Some of it fell on me. |
| The third man wore a crown of thorns, |
| Spikes held him to the tree |
| I heard Him say |
| “My God, My God, has Thou forsaken me?” |
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| And there among the mighty crown |
| The ones who mocked Him cried |
| “If Thou art King, then save Thyself,’ |
| And the third man died. |
| Suddenly I heard the thunder roll |
| Lightning pierce the sky, |
| The third man was still hanging there |
| And I began to cry. |
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| I saw the mountains break into two |
| And the buildings rent in twain |
| I saw the dead raised from the graves |
| And walked on earth again. |
| A time like this had never been |
| Twas darkness everywhere |
| When I awoke from my dreams |
| My eyes were filled with tears. |
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| THE VILLAGE CHURCHYARD |
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| In that dear old village churchyard, |
| I can see a mossy mound |
| That is where my mother’s sleeping, |
| In the cold and silent ground. |
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| Gently waves the weeping willow |
| Sweet little birds to sing at dawn |
| I have no one left to love |
| Since my mother’s dead and gone. |
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| I was young but I remember |
| Well the night my mother died, |
| There I saw her spirit fading, |
| When she called me to her side. |
|
| Saying, Darling, I must leave you |
| Angels voices guide you on |
| Pray that we meet in Heaven |
| When your Mother’s dead and gone. |
|
| Oft I wander to the churchyard |
| Flowers to plant with tender care |
| On the grave of my dear Mother |
| Darkness finds me weeping there. |
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| Looking at the stars above me |
| Waiting for the early dawn |
| There by mother I’ll be buried |
| And no more be left alone. |
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| THE WANDERING BOY |
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| As I travel this wide world over, |
| Friends I find wherever I roam; |
| But to me there’s none like Mother, |
| None like Mother dear at home. |
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| They may treat me very kindly |
| Bid me welcome everywhere |
| But it just only reminds me |
| Of a loving mother’s care. |
|
| I remember well how Mother |
| Used to soothe the slightest pain |
| With her tender words and kisses |
| She’d soon make me well again. |
|
| Oh, dear Mother, how I love you! |
| How my heart abounds with joy! |
| For there’s none more true and tender |
| Than a mother to her boy. |
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| Oh, how oft I wept and pondered |
| O’er my life when far away |
| Far from home in sin I wandered |
| I could hear my mother pray. |
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| Oh, God wilt Thou have mercy |
| Oh my darling precious boy? |
| Save, protect him, Lord, I pray Thee, |
| Let not sin his soul destroy. |
|
| Lord look down and touch and tend, |
| That poor sinful soul of his, |
| Let him view the cross of Jesus |
| Till his soul died dead to sin. |
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| THE WISE MEN |
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| There was some wise men in olden times, |
| Who followed a star in a straight line |
| They came to a place where a young child lay, |
| Instead of a bed there was some hay. |
|
| He was Jesus Christ, King of the Jews |
| He was born to die for me and you |
| He bore His cross and all did see. |
| Upon the Hill of Calvary |
|
| It was the fulfillment of the law, |
| His mother standing by and saw |
| Her darling son upon a tree |
| He was full of pain and misery. |
|
| They gave Him vinegar on a reed, |
| Just to hear Him beg and plead. |
| He is the Lord, He is the Host. |
| He bowed His head and gave up the Ghost. |
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| The sun became dark and the earthquakes came |
| The law was fulfilled and Grace began, |
| He tasted death for every man. |
| There were the nail prints in His hands. |
|
| There was a spear hole in His side |
| That they put there when He died. |
| He said He would return again, |
| Even in the hearts of men. |
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| He is the Father of us all. |
| If we harken to His call |
| So if we do what God commands |
| We’ll see the nail prints in His hands. |
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| THERE AIN’T NO GRAVE |
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| CHORUS |
| WELL THERE AINT NO GRAVE GONNA HOLD MY BODY |
| THERE AIN’T NO GRAVE GONNA HOLD MY BODY DOWN |
| WHEN I HEAR THAT TRUMPET SOUND |
| I’M GONNA GET UP OUT OF THAT GROUND |
| CAUSE THERE AIN’T NO GRAVE GONNA HOLD MY BODY DOWN. |
|
| Well I looked a way over yonder |
| What do you think I see |
| I saw a band of angels coming after me. |
|
| CHORUS |
|
| When you take me to the graveyard |
| And you put me in the ground |
| On that resurrection morning |
| I’m coming out of the ground |
|
| CHORUS |
|
| Well meet me Jesus, meet me |
| Meet me in the middle of the air |
| And if these wings should fail me |
| I won’t need another pair. |
|
| CHORUS |
|
| Well I’m going down to the river |
| Put my knees in the sinking sand |
| And holler high Hosanna till |
| I reach that promised land |
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| THERE IS A FOUNTAIN |
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| There is a fountain filled with blood |
| Drawn from Immanuel’s veins |
| And sinners plunged beneath that flood |
| Lose all their guilty stains. |
|
| The dying thief rejoiced to see |
| That fountain in his day |
| And there may I though vile as he |
| Wash all my sins away. |
|
| Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious blood, |
| Shall never lose its power |
| Till all the ransomed church of God |
| Be saved to sin no more. |
|
| E’er since by faith I saw the stream |
| Thy flowing wounds supply |
| Redeeming love has been my theme |
| And shall be till I die. |
|
| And when this lisping, faltering tongue |
| Lies silent in the grave |
| Then in a nobler, sweeter song |
| I’ll sing Thy power to save. |
|
| In Heavenly strains from every tongue |
| In Heaven, our sweet abode |
| Thy praises shall, in purest song |
| Honor Thy name, o Lord. |
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| THERE’S A LIGHT AT THE RIVER |
|
| There’s a deep troubled river flowing on |
| Before its waters are deep and wide |
| But faith sees a light, yes a beacon bright |
| Just down by the riverside |
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| CHORUS |
| THERE’S A LIGHT AT THE RIVER |
| A LIGHT AT THE RIVER |
| THERE’S A LIGHT AT THE RIVER I CAN SEE |
| MY LORD HE WILL STAND AND HOLD IN HIS HAND |
| A LIGHT AT THE RIVER FOR ME |
|
| O’er the dark foaming waters |
| From the unseen shore |
| Angels band in their beauty glide |
| And will bear us away to the realms of day |
| Into the light on the other side. |
|
| To this deep endless river |
| We must one day cross |
| And we’ll cross o’er its water wide |
| Oh how happy we will be, if by faith we can see |
| The light on the other side. |
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| THEY’VE MOVED OUR REUNION TO HEAVEN |
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| They’ve moved our reunion to Heaven |
| I’ve made my arrangements to go |
| I’ll join them in singing forever |
| With all the redeemed ones I know |
| I’ll work till my Savior shall call me |
| Then free from all sorrow and care |
| On Heaven’s bright shore |
| I’ll see them once more |
| They’ve moved our reunion up there. |
|
| They’ve moved our reunion to Heaven |
| Because they were needed on high |
| I’ll miss them but someday I’ll see them |
| We’ll never again say good-bye |
| I shall not complain on the journey |
| So heavy the burdens I’ll bear |
| In Heaven’s bright shore |
| They’ve moved our reunion up there. |
|
| They’ve moved our reunion to Heaven |
| that beautiful country so fair |
| I can’t bring them back to this earth, friends |
| But someday I’ll go where they are. |
| When Jesus shall call I’ll be ready |
| My record all spotless and clear |
| On Heaven’s bright shore |
| I’ll see them once more. |
| They’ve moved our reunion up there. |
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| THIRTY PIECES OF SILVER |
|
| Tis a sad but true story |
| From the Bible it came |
| Of a chosen disciple |
| Though I mention no names |
| He planned with a council |
| One mockery sad day |
| Thirty pieces of silver |
| Was the price they would pay. |
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| thirty pieces of silver |
| Thirty shackles of shae |
| Was the price paid for Jesus |
| On the cross He was laid. |
| Betrayed and forsaken |
| Mocked and unclaimed |
| In anger they pierced Him |
| But He died not in vain. |
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| Far off on a hill side |
| The multitude came |
| And found our dear Savior |
| And took Him away. |
| They smote Him and mocked Him |
| Crowns of thorns around His head |
| And His arraignment of purple |
| Showed blood stain red. |
|
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|
| Far off in the mountain |
| With His face toward the sun |
| Judas begged for mercy |
| For what he had done |
| He gave back the silver |
| For his heart filled with strife |
| And there in the mountain |
| He took his own life. |
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| THIS IS JUST WHAT HEAVEN MEANS TO ME |
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| A country where no twilight shadows deepen, |
| Unending day where night will never be. |
| A city where the storm clouds can not gather |
| Oh, tis is just what Heaven means to me! |
|
| CHORUS |
| WHAT JOY TWILL BE WHEN WE GET OVER YONDER |
| AND JOIN THE THRONE AROUND THE CRYSTAL SEA! |
| TO MEET OUR LOVED ONES AND CROWN CHRIST FOREVER |
| OH, THIS IS JUST WHAT HEAVEN MEANS TO ME. |
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| A place where there is no misunderstanding |
| And from all enmity and strife were free |
| No unkind words to wound the heart are spoken |
| Now this is just what Heaven means to me. |
|
| And when at last we see the face of Jesus |
| Before whose image other loves all flee |
| And when they crown Him Lord of All, I’ll be there |
| For this is just what Heaven means to me. |
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| THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME |
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| This world is not my home, I’m just a passing by |
| My treasures and my hopes are laid up on high. |
| Where my friends and loved ones are gone before |
| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore. |
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| CHORUS |
| OH LORD, YOU KNOW I HAVE NO FRIEND LIKE YOU |
| IF HEAVEN WAS NOT MY HOME, OH, LORD, WHAT WOULD I DO? |
| ANGELS A BECKON ME FROM HEAVEN’S GOLDEN SHORE |
| AND I CAN’T FEEL AT HOME IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE. |
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| Over in Heaven’s land there will be no dying there |
| The saints all shouting victory and singing everywhere |
| I’ll hear the voices of those that I have known before |
| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore. |
|
| Heaven is expecting me, that is one thing I know |
| I settled it up with Jesus a long time ago. |
| I know He will take me through, though I am weak and poor |
| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore. |
|
| I won’t have long to wait my work is almost done |
| I’m happy because my race is almost run |
| I’ve ling had my eyes on Heaven’s golden shore |
| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore. |
|
| If you get there first I’ll be there just the same |
| You will hear me when I shout “oh, glory to His name,” |
| I will fly away with Him, my Savior I adore. |
| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore. |
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| TIME HAS MADE A CHANGE |
|
| Time has made a change since my childhood days |
| Many of my friends have gone away |
| Some I nevermore in this life shall see |
| Time has made a change in me. |
|
| CHORUS |
| TIME HAS MADE A CHANGE IN THE OLD HOME PLACE |
| TIME HAS MADE A CHANGE IN EACH SMILING FACE |
| AND I KNOW MY FRIENDS CAN PLAINLY SEE |
| TIME HAS MADE A CHANGE IN ME |
|
| In my childhood days I was well and strong |
| I could climb the hillside all day long |
| I am not today what I used to be |
| Time has made a change in me |
|
| When I reach my home in that land somewhere |
| Meet my friends that wait for me over there. |
| Free from pain and care I shall ever be |
| Time has made a change in me. |
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| TO GO AND PROPHESY |
|
| When Jesus Christ was here on earth |
| They say He was a spy |
| He healed the sick and raised the dead |
| Go thou and prophesy. |
|
| While passing by a sinful crowd |
| He heard a woman cry |
| “If I could but His garment touch, |
| I’d go and prophesy.” |
|
| He said to Peter, James, and John |
| “Tis written I must die, |
| And shed My blood on Calvary |
| Go thou and prophesy.” |
|
| They nailed Him to the rugged cross |
| They pierced Him in the side |
| He looked upon this sinful world |
| And bowed His head and died |
|
| They laid Him in a lonely tomb, |
| A guard stood by His side |
| They heard a voice from Heaven say |
| “This is the Son of God.” |
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| TREASURE MONEY CAN’T BUY |
|
| I was riding one day in a quiet country side |
| I saw an old man walking, so I offered a ride. |
| His face was all wrinkled, his hair had turned gray. |
| But these were the words the old man did say. |
|
| (chorus) |
| I may look like a beggar but I’m rich as a king |
| What I have in my heart sir, gives me reason to sing. |
| Jesus loved me, He saved me, I can’t explain why. |
| But He is the treasure that money can’t buy. |
|
| Just look at my clothes sir, you’ll notice they’re torn |
| But I have a new garment that has never been worn. |
| That house that I live in, its my home till I die |
| Got a mansion in Glory that money can’t buy. |
|
| Fine home and a new car sir, with money to spare. |
| Won’t buy salvation or a mansion up there. |
| So just give me Jesus the old man replied |
| For He is a treasure that money can’t buy. |
|
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| TROUBLESOME WATERS |
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| Troublesome water around me now roll, |
| Rock’n my boat and troubling my soul. |
| But under the water is an unseen hand, |
| Guiding my boat to that better land. |
|
| (Chorus) |
| Gently I feel that touch of God’s hand, |
| Guiding my boat to that better land. |
| Leading the way to Heaven’s bright shore |
| Troublesome water I fear thee no more. |
|
| Troublesome waters are blacker than night |
| But over the waves He hears my cry |
| Lord, I’m trusting Your mercy on me |
| To steady my boat while I’m out at sea. |
|
| Out on the high sea there’s danger I’m told |
| Of an awful sea monster awaiting my soul. |
| But under the water |
| There’s an unseen hand, |
| Guiding my boat to that better land. |
|
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| UNCLOUDED DAY |
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| O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies |
| O they tell me of a home far away |
| O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise |
| O they tell me of an unclouded day |
|
| O the land of cloudless day |
| O the land of an unclouded sky |
| O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise |
| O they tell me of an unclouded day |
|
| O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone |
| O they tell me of that land far away |
| Where the tree of life eternally blooms |
| Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day |
|
| O they tell me of the King in His beauty there |
| And they tell me that my eyes shall behold |
| Where He sits on the throne that is whiter than snow |
| In that city that is made of gold |
|
| O they tell me that He smiles on His children there |
| And His smile drives their sorrows away |
| And they tell me that no tears ever come again, |
| In that lovely land of unclouded day. |
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| UNSEEN HAND |
|
| There is an unseen hand to me |
| That leads through ways I cannot see |
| While going through this world of woe |
| This hand still leads me as I go. |
|
| CHORUS |
| I’M TRUSTING TO THE UNSEEN HAND |
| THAT GUIDES ME THROUGH THIS WEARY LAND |
| AND SOME SWEET DAY I’LL REACH THAT STRAND |
| STILL GUIDED BY THE UNSEEN HAND |
|
| His hand has led through shadows drear, |
| And while it leads I have no fear |
| I know twill lead me to that home |
| Where sin nor sorry e’er can come |
|
| I long to see my Savior’s face |
| And sing the story , “Saved by Grace” |
| And there upon that Golden Strand |
| I’ll praise Him for His guiding hand. |
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| UPPER WINDOW |
|
| When God spoke unto Noah |
| And He told him build the ark |
| The Lord to sail the vessel |
| But oh, it was so dark |
| Then God said, “Build a window |
| Without looking toward the sky |
| And when its dark and lonesome, |
| You’ll see Me standing by,” |
|
| CHORUS |
| THE STORM MAY COME BUT FEAR NOT |
| FOR NOAH, I AM NIGH |
| AND THROUGH THE UPPER WINDOW |
| YOU’LL SEE ME STANDING BY |
|
| It may be that affliction will wreck and rack your brain |
| Until your mortal body is wrecked with fever pain, |
| But do not be discouraged just life your tear dimmed eyes |
| And through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by. |
|
| Perhaps you’ll suffer losses |
| Like houses land and gold |
| And you will feel you’re homeless and penniless and old |
| But sweetness peace and comfort will lift your painful sigh |
| And through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by. |
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| VICTORY IN JESUS |
|
| I heard an old, old story |
| How a Savior came from Glory |
| How He gave His life on Calvary |
| To save a wretch like me |
| I heard about His groaning |
| Of His precious blood atoning |
| Then I repented of my sins |
| And won the victory |
|
| CHORUS |
| OH VICTORY IN JESUS, MY SAVIOR FOREVER! |
| HE SOUGHT ME AND BOUGHT ME |
| WITH HIS REDEEMING BLOOD |
| HE LOVED ME ERE I KNEW HIM |
| AND ALL MY LOVE IS DUE HIM |
| HE PLUNGED ME TO VICTORY |
| BENEATH THE CLEANSING FLOOD. |
|
| I heard about His healing |
| Of His cleansing power revealing |
| How He made the lame to walk again |
| And caused the blind to see. |
| And then I cried, Dear Jesus |
| Come and heal my broken spirit |
| And somehow Jesus came |
| And brought me victory |
|
| I heard about a mansion |
| He has built for me in glory |
| And I heard about the streets of gold |
| Beyond the crystal sea |
| About the angels singing |
| And the old redemption story |
| And some sweet day |
| I’ll sing of victory. |
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| WALK WITH ME LORD |
|
| Walk with me Lord, walk with me |
| Walk with me Lord, walk with me |
| As I travel along this tedious journey |
| Walk with me Lord, walk with me |
|
| You walked with my mother, walk with me |
| You walked with my mother, walk with me |
| As she labor’d here below |
| In this world of grief and woe |
| You walked with my mother, walk with me |
|
| You walked with my father, walk with me |
| You walked with my father, walk with me |
| As he traveled through this land |
| You held him up by Your strong hand, |
| You walked with my father, walk with me. |
|
| I need Jesus every day to walk with me |
| I need Jesus every day to walk with me |
| Help me Lord to see my call |
| Hold me up least I fall |
| I need Jesus every day to walk with me |
|
| Hold my hand Lord, hold my hand |
| Hold my hand Lord, hold my hand |
| I am weak but Thou art strong |
| Give me faith, lead me on |
| I need Jesus every day to walk with me |
|
| You need Jesus every day to walk with you |
| You need Jesus every day to walk with you |
| If you’ll trust and never doubt |
| Jesus he will find out |
| Take up your cross and follow Jesus every day. |
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| WERE YOU THERE? |
|
| were you there when they crucified my Lord? |
| Were you there when they crucified my Lord? |
| Sometimes it caused me to tremble, tremble, tremble? |
| Were you there when they crucified my Lord? |
|
| Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? |
| Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? |
| Sometimes it caused me to tremble, tremble, tremble. |
| Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? |
|
| Were you there when they pierced Him in the side? |
| Were you there when they pierced Him in the side? |
| Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble |
| Were you there when they pierced Him in the side. |
|
| Were you there when the sun refused to shine? |
| Were you there when the sun refused to shine? |
| Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble |
| Were you there when the sun refused to shine? |
|
| Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb? |
| Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb? |
| Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble |
| Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb? |
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| WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS |
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| What a friend we have in Jesus |
| All our sins and grief to bear |
| What privilege to carry |
| Everything to God in prayer |
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| O what peace we often forfeit |
| O what needless pain we bear |
| All because we do not carry |
| Everything to God in prayer. |
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| Have we trials and temptations? |
| Is there trouble anywhere? |
| We should never be discouraged, |
| Take it to the Lord in prayer. |
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| Can we find a friend so faithful |
| Who will all our sorrows share? |
| Jesus knows our every weakness, |
| Take it to the Lord in prayer. |
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| Do thy friends despise, forsake Thee? |
| Take it to the Lord in prayer. |
| In His arms He’ll take and shield Thee; |
| Thou wilt find a solace there. |
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| WHEN HE REACHED DOWN HIS HAND FOR ME |
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| Once my soul was astray from heavenly way, |
| And was wretched and vile as could be |
| But my Savior above have my peace, joy and love. |
| When He reached down His hand for me. |
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| When he reached down His hand for me |
| When He reached down His hand for me. |
| I was lost and undone without God or His son, |
| When He reached down His hand for me |
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| I was nearing despair when He came to me there, |
| And He showed me that I could be free. |
| Then he lifted my feet, gave me glory complete |
| When He reached down His hand for me |
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| Since the Lord gave me peace |
| Heavenly joys never cease |
| Lord, I give all my life unto Thee. |
| Guide my fee, hold my hand |
| Grant with Thee I my stand |
| For You reached down Your hand for me. |
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| WHEN HE REACHED DOWN HIS HAND FOR ME V2 |
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| Once my soul astray from Heavenly way |
| And was wretched and vile as could be |
| But my Savior above gave me peace, joy and love |
| When he reached down His hand for me. |
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| WHEN HE REACHED DOWN HIS HAND FOR ME |
| WHEN HE REACHED DOWN HIS HAND FOR ME |
| I WAS LOST AND UNDONE WITHOUT GOD OR HIS SON |
| WHEN HE REACHED DOWN HIS HAND FOR ME |
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| I was nearing despair when He came to me there |
| And He showed me that I could be free |
| Then He lifted my feet, gave me glory complete |
| When He reached down His hand for me. |
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| How my heart doth rejoice since I made Him my choice |
| From the tempest to Him I now flee |
| Now I lean on His arm I’m secure from all harm |
| Since He reached down His hand for me. |
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| Since the Lord gave me peace |
| Heavenly joys never cease |
| Lord, I give all my life unto Thee |
| Guide my feet, hold my hand |
| Grant with Thee, I may stand |
| For you reached down your hand for me. |
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| WHEN I CAN READ MY TITLE CLEAR |
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| When I can read my title clear |
| To mansions in the skies |
| I’ll bid farewell to every fear |
| And wipe my weeping eyes |
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| Should earth against my soul engage |
| And fiery darts be hurled |
| Then I can smile at Satan’s rage |
| And face a frowning world |
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| Let cares like a wild deluge come |
| And storms or sorrow fail |
| May I but safely reach my home |
| My God, my Heaven, my all! |
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| There I shall bathe my weary soul |
| In seas of Heavenly rest |
| And not a wave of trouble roll |
| Across my peaceful breast. |
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| WHEN I HEARD ABOUT A HOME |
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| When I heard about a better home |
| I would leave this old world with all its own |
| Good-bye old world, good morning there around the throne |
| What a meeting there will be |
| When I get home. |
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| Yes, I’ll reach home, o praise the Lord |
| Some sweet day |
| When I walk up that great milky way |
| Good-bye o world, good morning there around the throne |
| What a meeting there will be |
| When I get home. |
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| When I move up there to settle down |
| When I step inside the gates to look around |
| I want at least a million years to view the throne |
| So many friends I want to see when I get home |
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| O Lord, hear my plea before I leave |
| May I live so my friends will follow me |
| The little ones you gave to me |
| While hear below |
| I want to meet each one of them |
| When I get home. |
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| WHEN I HEARD ABOUT A HOME V2 |
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| When I heard about a better home |
| I would leave this old world with all its own |
| Good-bye old world, good morning there around the throne. |
| What a meeting there will be when I get home. |
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| O Lord, hear my plea before I leave |
| May I live so my friends will follow me |
| The little ones you gave me while here below |
| I want to meet each one of them when I get home. |
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| Yes, I’ll reach home, o praise the Lord, |
| Some sweet day when I walk up that great Milky Way |
| Good-bye O world, good morning there around the throne |
| What a meeting there will be when I get home. |
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| WHEN I SHALL CROSS OVER |
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| When I shall cross over the dark, rolling tide |
| Oh what a glad meeting there’ll be |
| When close by those beautiful pearly white gates, |
| My loved ones are waiting for me. |
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| A dear loving mother now waits on the shore |
| To clasp me again to her breast |
| She left this world shouting the praises of God |
| By angels was carried to rest. |
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| Dear father and mother and children have gone |
| To dwell in that country so fair |
| And while I still linger on earths troubled shore |
| They are watching and waiting up there |
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| Sometimes I grow weary and want to go home |
| But yet all my work is not done |
| I’m glad I can labor for Jesus, my Lord, |
| Till He sounds the message, “Come Home,” |
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| WHEN OUR FEET TOUCH THE STREETS OF GOLD |
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| When this life on earth has ended |
| And our troubles and trial are o’er |
| I am told we will go to a country |
| Where no tears every come any more |
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| On, they tell me there is a mansion |
| And a glorious crown and a rob |
| And we will be happy up yonder |
| When our feet touch the streets of gold. |
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| We will meet by the beautiful river |
| That flows by the throne of our God |
| And we’ll walk on the streets of that city |
| On the streets where the angels have trod. |
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| When I think of the beauties of Heaven |
| And the glorious sights to behold |
| Oft I wonder just what It will be like |
| When my feet touch the streets of gold. |
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| When the beautiful gates shall swing open |
| And the saints shall all enter the fold |
| Oh, what joy it will be over yonder |
| When our feet touch the streets of gold. |
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| When my feet touch the streets of that city |
| And I enter the home of the soul |
| Oh, what joy it will be just to be there |
| When our feet touch the streets of gold. |
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| WHEN OUR FEET TOUCH THE STREETS OF GOLD V2 |
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| When this life on earth is ended |
| And our troubles and trials are o’er |
| I am told we will go to a country |
| Where no tears ever come any more |
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| Oh, they tell me there is a mansion |
| And a glorious crown and a robe |
| And we all will be happy up yonder |
| When our feet touch the streets of gold. |
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| We will meet by the beautiful river |
| That flows by the throne of our God |
| And we’ll walk on the streets of that city |
| On the streets where the angels have trod. |
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| When I think of the beauties of Heaven |
| And the glorious sights to behold |
| Oft I wonder just what it will be like |
| When my feet touch the streets of gold. |
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| When the beautiful gates shall swing open |
| And the saints shall all enter the fold |
| Oh, what joy it will be over yonder |
| When our feet touch the streets of gold. |
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| When my feet touch the streets of that city |
| And I enter the home of the soul |
| Oh, what a joy it will be just to be there |
| When our feet touch the streets of gold. |
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| WHEN THE REDEEMED ARE GATHERING IN |
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| I am thinking of the rapture in our blessed home on high |
| When the redeemed are gathering in |
| How we’ll raise the Heavenly anthem in that city in the sky |
| When the redeemed are gathering in. |
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| WHEN THE REDEEMED ARE GATHERING IN |
| WASH LIKE SNOW AND FREE FROM ALL SIN |
| HOW WE’LL SHOUT AND HOW WE’LL SING |
| WHEN THE REDEEMED ARE GATHERING IN. |
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| There will be a great procession over on the streets of gold. |
| When the redeemed are gathering in |
| Oh what music, oh what singing |
| O’er the city we’ll be rolled |
| When the redeemed are gathering in. |
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| Saints will sing redemptions story |
| With their voices clear and strong |
| When the redeemed are gathering in |
| Then the angels all will listen for they cannot join that song. |
| When the redeemed are gathering in. |
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| Then the Savior will give orders |
| To prepare the banquet board, |
| When the redeemed are gathering in |
| And we’ll hear His invitation |
| “Come ye blessed of the Lord.” |
| When the redeemed are gathering in |
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| WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER |
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| When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound |
| And time shall be no more |
| And the morning breaks eternal bright and fair, |
| When the saved of earth shall gather |
| Over on the other shore |
| And the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there. |
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| WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER |
| WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER |
| WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER |
| WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER, I’LL BE THERE. |
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| On that bright and cloudless morning |
| When the dead in Christ shall rise |
| And the glory of His resurrection share |
| When His chosen ones shall gather to their |
| Home beyond the skies |
| And the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there. |
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| Let us labor for the Master |
| From the dawn till setting sun |
| Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care |
| Then when all of life is over |
| And our work on earth is done. |
| And the roll is called up yonder we’ll be there. |
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| WHERE WILL I SHELTER MY SHEEP TONIGHT? |
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| Where will I shelter my sheep tonight? |
| Where is that peaceful land? |
| Where will I shelter my sheep tonight? |
| I’ll shelter my sheep at God’s door. |
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| WE TRAVELED FAR FROM THE SHEPHERD’S FOLD, |
| WEARY, SIN, SICK, AND SORE |
| WHERE WILL I SHELTER MY SHEEP TONIGHT? |
| I’LL SHELTER MY SHEEP AT GOD’S DOOR. |
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| I’m tired and weary and I thirst, Lord, |
| As I cross this burning sand |
| Where will I shelter my sheep tonight? |
| I’ll shelter my sheep at God’s door. |
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| WHITE DOVE |
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| White dove will mourn in sorrow. |
| The willows will hang their heads |
| I’ll live my life in sorrow |
| Since Mother and Daddy are dead. |
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| In the rolling hills of old Kentucky, |
| There’s a place I love so well |
| Where I spent many days of my childhood |
| In a cabin where we loved to dwell. |
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| We were all so happy there together |
| In our peaceful mountain home |
| But the Savior needs angels up in Heaven, |
| And now they sing around the great white throne. |
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| As the years roll by I often wonder |
| Will we all be together some day? |
| And each night as I wander to the graveyard. |
| Darkness finds me where I kneel to pray. |
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| WILL MY MOTHER KNOW ME THERE |
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| When I reach my home eternal |
| Reach the city bright and fair |
| When I stand among the angels |
| Will my mother know me there? |
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| Yes, I know that she will know me |
| In those mansions bright and fair |
| Mother’s love can never forget me |
| And I’m sure she’ll know me there |
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| I have changed with changing season |
| I am bent with trials and cares |
| Do you think she will remember |
| Will my mother know me there. |
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| Oft for me my mother wrestled |
| When she used to kneel in prayer |
| Do you think she had forgotten? |
| Will my mother know me there? |
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| Mother’s face had been a beacon |
| Over a sea of deep despair |
| I shall look for her up yonder |
| Will my mother know me there? |
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| WILL THE CIRCLE |
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| I was standing by the window |
| It was on one summer day |
| When I saw the hearse come rolling |
| For to carry my mother away. |
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| WILL THE CIRLCE BE UNBROKEN |
| BY AND BY LORD, BY AND BY |
| THERE’S A BETTER HOME AWAITING |
| IN THE SKY LORD, IN THE SKY |
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| Lord, I told the undertaker |
| Undertaker, please drive slow |
| For this body you are hauling |
| Lord, I hate to see her go. |
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| I followed closely on behind her |
| Trying to hold up and be brave |
| But I could not hide my sorrow |
| When they laid her in the grave. |
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| I went home Lord, my home was lonesome |
| I missed my mother, she was gone |
| All my brothers and sisters crying |
| What a home so sad and alone. |
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| One by one our family’s leaving |
| One by one they went away |
| But I prayed Lord to meet them |
| In the great Judgement day. |
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| WILL THE CIRCLE BE UNBROKEN |
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| Will the circle be unbroken |
| Bye and bye Lord bye and bye |
| There’s a better home a waiting |
| In the sky, Lord in the sky. |
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| I was standing by the window |
| On a cold and cloudy day |
| When I sat the hearse come rolling |
| To carry my mother away. |
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| Will the circle be unbroken |
| Bye and bye Lord bye and bye |
| There’s a better home a waiting |
| In the sky, Lord in the sky. |
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| I said to the undertaker |
| Undertaker please drive slow |
| For that body you are carrying |
| Lord I hate to see her go |
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| Well I followed close behind her |
| Tried to hold up and be brave |
| But I could not hide my sorrow |
| When they laid her in that grave |
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| I went home, Lord, my home was lonesome |
| Since my mother she was gone |
| All my brothers, sisters crying |
| What a home so sad and alone. |
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| Will the circle be unbroken V2 |
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| I was standing by my window |
| It was on one summer day |
| When I saw the hearse come rolling |
| For to carry my mother away |
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| Will the circle be unbroken |
| By and by Lord, by and by |
| There’s a better home awaiting |
| In the sky Lord in the sky |
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| Lord I told the undertaker |
| Undertaker please drive slow |
| For this body you are hauling |
| Lord, I hate to see her go |
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| I followed closely on behind her |
| Tried to hold up and be brave |
| But I could not hide my sorrow |
| When they laid her in the grave |
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| I went home, Lord, my home was lonesome |
| I missed my mother she was gone |
| All my brothers and sisters crying |
| What a home so sad and alone. |
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| One by one our family’s leaving |
| One by one they went away |
| But I prayed lord to meet them |
| In the great judgement day. |
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| WILL THEY EVER RETURN? |
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| As I sit here today, I think of my children. |
| Of the dear ones I love who are wandering in sin. |
| And I pray to my God that He will watch o’er them |
| That some wonderful day they will be born again. |
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| Will they ever return to the God of their father? |
| The most kind, loving father that a child could know. |
| He labored and toiled so hard just to raise them, |
| But like a prodigal son, they were determined to go. |
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| Will they ever return to the God of their mother? |
| Who so oft on her knees in prayer she does go. |
| Oh, so often the times she is longing to see them |
| Oh, children, how deep does a mother’s love go? |
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| Oh, Jesus, today, please watch o’er my children |
| Cause them to return to the home they once knew. |
| No matter how far in sin they may wander |
| I trust you, dear Lord, but oh, how I love them too. |
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| Oh, angels, I ask you please carry this message |
| To the hearts of my loved ones, wherever they may be |
| Just tell them that mother is still begging Jesus |
| To keep them from harm and send them back safe to me. |
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| WILL THEY MISS ME |
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| As I traveled through life’s valley |
| Through the heat and through the cold |
| And my Savior has been with me |
| And His mercy did unfold |
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| will they miss me? Will they miss me? |
| When I have gone to that bright home. |
| When I’m sleeping, oh, so silent. |
| Will they miss me when I’m gone? |
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| Many friends have gathered around me, |
| Singing praises to the Lord |
| As I stand with trembling efforts |
| Trying to proclaim His word. |
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| Precious brother, loving sister |
| How you helped me through these years |
| How you labored oh so faithful |
| And have dried so many tears. |
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| Soon my labor will be ended |
| And my Lord will call me home. |
| Often I wonder as I journey |
| Will they miss me when I’m gone? |
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| WILL THEY MISS ME? V2 |
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| As I have traveled through life’s valley |
| Through the heat and through the cold, |
| And my Savior has been with me |
| And his mercy did unfold |
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| WILL THEY MISS ME? WILL THEY MISS ME? |
| WHEN I HAVE GONE TO THAT BRIGHT HOME |
| WHEN I’M SLEEPING, OH, SO SILENT |
| WILL THEY MISS ME WHEN I’M GONE? |
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| Many friends have gathered around me |
| Singing praises unto the Lord, |
| As I stand with trembling efforts |
| trying to proclaim His word. |
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| Precious brother, loving sister, |
| How you helped me through these years |
| How you labored, oh, so faithful. |
| And have dried so many tears. |
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| Soon my labors will be ended |
| And my Lord will call me home. |
| Often I wonder as I journey |
| Will they miss me when I’m gone? |
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| YE NATIONS ALL |
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| Ye nations all on you I call |
| Come hear this declaration, |
| And don’t refuse the glorious news |
| Of Jesus and salvation. |
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| To royal Jews came first the news |
| Of Christ, the great messiah |
| As was fortold by prophets old |
| Isaiah and Jeremiah. |
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| To Abraham the promise came |
| And to his seed forever |
| A light to shine in Isaac’s line |
| By Scripture we discover. |
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| Hail promised morn, the Saviors born, |
| The Glorious Mediator, |
| Gods blessed word made flesh and blood, |
| Assumed the human nature. |
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| YOU DON’T LOSE WHEN YOU DIE IN THE LORD |
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| I went to see an old friend I’d know a long time |
| He lay feeble upon his dying bed |
| He started crying when I walked into his room |
| So I went over to his bedside and said |
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| You don’t lose when you did in the Lord |
| Oh what gain when I leave this old world |
| If you could see how peaceful it is in that city |
| You don’t lose when you did in the Lord |
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| He raised a feeble hand, wiped the tears from his eyes |
| Then he smiled and said you’re right I know |
| I’ve spent a lot of time down on my knees |
| So I’d be ready when He calls me to go |
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| I’m not losing, I’m dying in the Lord |
| Oh what I’ll gain when I leave this old world |
| I can almost feel the rest that’s waiting for me |
| I’m not losing, I’m dying in the Lord |
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| He’s gone now, he died, with a smile on his face |
| He won’t have to suffer no more |
| Now he’s resting with Jesus, his work here is done. |
| He gained it all when he died in the Lord |
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| You don’t lose when you did in the Lord |
| Oh what gain when I leave this old world |
| I can almost feel the rest that’s waiting for me |
| I’m not losing I’m dying in the Lord. |
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