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One Vacant Chair
03:24
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We shall meet but we shall miss him
There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our ev'ning prayer.
When one year ago we gathered,
Joy was in his mild blue eye.
Now the golden cord is severed,
and our hopes in ruin lie.
Chorus:
We shall meet, but we shall miss him.
There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our ev'ning prayer.
True, they tell us wreaths of glory
Evermore will deck his brow,
But this soothes the anguish only,
Sweeping o'er our heartstrings now.
Sleep today, o early fallen,
In thy green and narrow bed.
Dirges from the pine and cypress
Mingle with the tears we shed.
Chorus
We shall meet, but we shall miss him.
There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our ev'ning prayer.
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Bright Morning Star*
03:07
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Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Day is breaking in my soul
Oh, where are our dear mothers?
Oh, where are our dear mothers?
They are gone to heaven shouting
Day is breaking in my soul
Oh, where are our dear fathers?
Oh, where are our dear fathers?
They are in the valley praying
Day is breaking in my soul
Oh, where are our dear sisters?
Oh, where are our dear sisters?
They are gone to heaven shouting
Day is breaking in my soul
Oh, where are our dear brothers?
Oh, where are our dear brothers?
They are in the valley praying
Day is breaking in my soul
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My heart is sad and I'm in sorrow,
For the only one I love;
When will I see her, no, no never
'Til we meet in heaven above.
Bury me beneath the willow,
'Neath the weeping willow tree;
When I lie beneath the willow,
Maybe then you'll think of me.
He told me that he dearly loved me,
And how could I believe him untrue?
Until an angel softly whispered,
"He has proved untrue to you."
So bury me under the weeping willow,
'Neath the weeping willow tree,
When I lie beneath the willow,
Maybe then you'll think of me.
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As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol' way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord, show me the way
O mothers, let's go down
Let's go down, come on down
O mothers, let's go down
Down in the river to pray
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol' way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord, show me the way
O fathers, let's go down
Let's go down, come on down
O fathers, let's go down
Down in the river to pray
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol' way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord, show me the way
O sisters, let's go down
Let's go down, come on down
O sisters, let's go down
Down in the river to pray
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol' way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord, show me the way
O brothers, let's go down
Come on down, don't you wanna go down?
O brothers, let's go down
Down in the river to pray
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Balm in Gilead
01:44
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There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole;
There is a balm in Gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul.
Sometimes I feel discouraged,
And think my work’s in vain,
O, but then the Holy Spirit
Revives my soul again.
Chorus
There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole;
There is a balm in Gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul.
If you cannot sing like angels,
If you can’t preach like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus,
And say He died for all.
Chorus
There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole;
There is a balm in Gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul.
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What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Refrain:
Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.
What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Refrain
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7. |
Let Me Fly
01:21
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Way down yonder in the middle of the field
Angel workin' at the chariot wheel
Not so partic'lar 'about workin' at de wheel
Just want to see how the chariot feel
Refrain:
Now let me fly (x3)
Into Mount Zion, Lord, Lord
I got a mama in the promised land
Ain't gonna stop till I shake her hand
Not so particular about shaken her hand
But I just wanna see that promised land
Refrain
Now let me fly (x3)
Into Mount Zion, Lord, Lord
Meet that hypocrite on the street
First thing he does is to show his teeth
Next thing he does is to tell a lie
The best thing to do is to pass him by
Refrain
Now let me fly (x3)
Into Mount Zion, Lord, Lord
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I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rollin'
For to take my mother away.
Chorus:
May the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky lord, in the sky.
I told the undertaker:
"Undertaker, please drive slow,
For that body that you're holdin'
Lord, I hate to see her go"
Chorus:
May the circle be unbroken
By and by, oh, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky, oh, in the sky.
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 the grave
Chorus:
May the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky lord, in the sky.
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Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sails, Hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sails, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Jordan's river is chilly and cold, Hallelujah
Chills the body but not the soul, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah
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Song of Solomon
00:44
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For lo, the winter is past
the rain is over and done.
The flowers appear
on the earth
and the time of the singing of birds
is come
and the voice of the turtle
is heard.
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Sisters of Mercy
02:38
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Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been traveling so long.
Yes, you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.
Well, they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear down and condemn,
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.
When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And it won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.
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12. |
Joshua and Moses
03:13
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Joshua fit the battle of Jericho x3
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
and the walls came a-tumblin' down
You can talk about the men of Gideon
You can brag about the men of Saul
But there's nothin like good ole Joshua
and the Battle of Jericho (that mornin)
Chorus
Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho x3
Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho
and the walls came a-tumblin' down
Good mornin, Sister Mary
Good mornin, Brother John
Well, I want to stop and talk with you,
want to tell you how it came along
Chorus
Go down, Moses
way down in Egypt's land,
Tell ole Pharaoh
to let my people go.
When Israel was in Egypt's land,
Let my people go
Oppressed so hard they could not stand,
Let my people go
Go down Moses,
way down in Egypt's land,
tell ole Pharaoh
to let my people go.
Up to the walls of Jericho
he marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram-horns, Joshua cried
cuz the battle is my hands (that mornin)
Chorus
Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho x3
Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho
and the walls came a-tumblin' down
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13. |
Bill Bailey
02:16
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Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey?
Won’t you come home?
I cried the whole night long
I’ll do the cookin’, honey, I’ll pay the rent
I know I done you wrong
'Member that rainy evenin’
I throw you out, with nothin’ but a fine tooth comb
Well, I know I’m to blame, now... ain’t it that a shame
Bill Bailey, won’t you please come home?
Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey?
Won’t you come home?
I’ve cried the whole night long
I’ll do all the cookin’ honey, I’ll pay the rent
I know I done you wrong
Remember that rainy evenin’
I throwed you out, with nothin but a fine tooth comb?
I know I’m to blame, now... ain’t it a shame
Bill Bailey, won’t you please come-
Bill bailey, won’t you please come home?
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Prayer for This House*
01:27
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May nothing evil cross this door,
And may ill-fortune never pry
About these windows may the roar
And rain go by.
By faith made strong, the rafters will
Withstand the battering of the storm.
This hearth, though all the world grow chill,
Will keep you warm.
Peace shall walk softly through these rooms,
Touching our lips with holy wine,
Till every casual corner blooms
Into a shrine.
With laughter drown the raucous shout
And, though these sheltering walls are thin,
May they be strong to keep hate out
And hold love in.
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I saw Jesus on the cross on a hill called Calvary
“Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?”
He said, “Talk of love not hate, things to do – it’s getting late.
I’ve so little time and I’m only passing through.”
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.
I saw Adam leave the Garden with an apple in his hand,
I said “Now you’re out, what are you going to do?”
“Plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe raise a little cane.
I’m an orphan now, and I’m only passing through.”
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.
I was with Washington at Valley Forge, shivering in the snow.
I said, “How come men suffer like they do?”
“Men will suffer, men will fight, even die for what is right
even though they know they’re only passing through”
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.
I was with Franklin Roosevelt’s side on the night before he died.
He said, “One world must come out of World War Two” (ah, the fool)
“Yankee, Russian, white or tan,” he said, “A man is still a man.
We’re all on one road, and we’re only passing through.”
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.
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Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend
Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
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Velvet I can wish you
for the collar of your coat
and fortune smiling all along your way
but more I cannot wish you
than to wish you find your love
your own true love this day
Mansions I can wish you
seven footmen all in red
and calling cards upon a silver tray
but more I cannot wish you
than to wish you find your love
your own true love this day
Standing there
gazing at you
full of the bloom of youth
standing there
gazing at you
with a sheeps' eye
and a lickerish tooth
Music I can wish you
merry music while you're young
and wisdom when your hair has turned to gray
but more I cannot wish you
than to wish you find your love
your own true love this day
With a sheeps' eye
and a lickerish tooth
and the strong arms
to carry you away
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We are trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before,
And we'll all be reunited,
On a new and sunlit shore,
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
And when the sun refuse to shine
And when the sun refuse to shine
I want to be in that number
When the sun refuse to shine
And when the moon turns red with blood
And when the moon turns red with blood
I want to be in that number
When the moon turns red with blood
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
I want to be in that number
When the trumpet sounds its call
Some say this world of trouble,
Is the only one we need,
But I'm waiting for that morning,
When the new world is revealed.
Oh When the new world is revealed
Oh When the new world is revealed
I want to be in that number
When the new world is revealed
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
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Tho' all things perish
from under the sky,
Music and joy shall live,
music and joy shall live,
music and joy shall live,
never to die.
Repeat
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Jennifer Leonhardt Los Angeles, California
A serious girl from Ft Worth contemplates the Uni-verse
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