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Blind Boys Of Alabama

Well, well, well, well I looked over yonder and what I see seems like a chariot coming after me Swing low, sweet chariot, coming to carry me home Why

, no sorrow in sight Praise the Lord, I saw the light Just like a blind man I wandered along Worries and fears I claimed for my own Then like the blind

Precious Lord take my hand and lead me on, let me stand I am tired, I am weak and, and I am worn The storm, through the night, lead me on to the night

I know a place, it's the land of milk and honey I know a place where all the streets are paved with gold I know a place where there's life forever after

One, two, three I have seen my last tomorrow I am holding my last breath Goodbye world, sweet world of sorrow My new life begins with death I am standing

Out of all, all, all you say and do Gonna be somebody, always, always watching you But Jesus, Jesus is my keeper Ain't no friend, no friend I can find

They said, "She had a heart attack" I think the creature's coming back And I am fine 'coz all my love's electrifying And I come feel like assessable,

Well, I know I've been converted Do you, do you? Well, I know I've been converted Do you, do you? Well, I know I made a change I ain't ashamed to call

Talk about suffering here below Let's keep talking about Jesus Talk about suffering here below Better keep talking about Jesus The gospel train is coming