Down south where the air is wet The red day rules and you can bet It makes me proud, I'll never forget My Dixieland Fulton County Georgia, that's where
Didn't it rain, children Talk 'bout rain, oh, my Lord Didn't it, didn't it, didn't it oh my Lord Didn't it rain? Didn't it rain, children Talk 'bout
One a-these mornings Soon one morning I'm gonna lay down my cross get me a crown Soon one evening Late in the evening, Late in the evening I'm going
If I can help somebody as I travel alone If I can help somebody in a word or a song If I can help somebody from doing wrong Lord, my living shall not
Why should I feel discouraged? Why should the shadows come? Why should my heart feel lonely And long for Heavenly home? When Jesus is my portion My constant
I'm gonna live the life I sing about in my song I'm gonna stand right always showing the wrong If I'm in the crowd, if I'm alone on the streets or in
In the upper room with Jesus Sitting at His blessed feast Daily does my sin confessing Begging for His mercy, sweet Trusting in his grace and power Seeking
When my work on earth is done, and the setting of thy son; Oh, I'm going to my home over there I shall walk the golden stairs, and be free from every
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way When sorrows, like sea billows, roll Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say It is well, it is well with
Down here I'm talked about Lied upon, deceived a lot But I'm willing, oh, so willing A cross to bear One day I'm gonna walk about See the sun Talk about
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho Jericho, Jericho Joshua fit the battle of Jericho The walls come tumblin' down, Hallelujah Joshua fit the battle of
would mean so much to me If I could hear my mother pray again She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely And always walk the shining gospel way So trusting
Soon it will be dawn Trouble of the world Trouble of the world Trouble of the world Soon it will be dawn Trouble of the world Going home to live you'
We cannot see in the future, no Lord And we cannot see through dark cloud, Lord We cannot see, Lord, through all of our tear drop, oh Lord Walk on by
How many times have you heard someone say "If I had his money, I could do things my way" But little they know that it's so hard to find One rich man in
There are some things I may not know There are some places Oh Lord, I cannot go But I am sure Of this one thing That God is real For I can feel Him in
I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow And I'm left in this whole wide world I'm left in this world alone I have no hope for tomorrow, Lord But I'm trying to make
Fare ye well, fare ye well Fare ye well, fare ye well Fare ye well, fare ye well, fare ye well Well, in that great gettin' up mornin' (Fare ye well,