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Jackson Mahalia Gospels Spirituals Hymns

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

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

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

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 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

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

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'

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

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