Mahalia Jackson [Platinum Disc 2005 Two Disc]

How I got over,
How I got over, my Lord
And my soul looked back and wondered
How I got over, my Lord
The tallest tree in Paradise
The Christians call it tree of life
And my soul looked back and wondered
How I got over, my Lord

Lord, I've been ‘buked and I've been scorned
And I've been talked ‘bout as sure as you're born
And my soul looked back and wondered
How I got over, my Lord

Oh, Jordan's river is so chilly and cold
It will chill your body but not your soul
And my soul looked back and wondered
How I got over, my Lord

We are traveling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before
But we'll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)
On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)

Oh when the saints go marching in
When the saints go marching in
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

On that hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Oh when the trumpet sounds the call
Oh when the trumpet sounds the call
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

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

When the revelation (revolution) comes
When the revelation (revolution) comes
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When the rich go out and work
When the rich go out and work
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When the air is pure and clean
When the air is pure and clean
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When we all have food to eat
When we all have food to eat
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When our leaders learn to cry
When our leaders learn to cry
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

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've first begun.

He's my light
The man of Galilee
And I know
He's got his arm around me
I'm glad to say
That his love is ever true
How I and mine
Are his possessions
And he'll forgive
All my transgressions
He died for me
Like no other could do

He's my light
My guiding light
I don't have to worry
Day or night
By his light
He makes my pathway bright
All the way
Each step of the way

Oh, he paid that awful price
That I might have
A right to the Tree of Life
And I shall dwell with him
Forever
He is my light
Oh, my guiding light

Our Father, Who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done
On earth as it is in Heaven

Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil
For Thine is the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory forever
Amen

Oh, Lord, my God
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all, thy world thy hands have made
I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed

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

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.


Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.


Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die
.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.