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Hush little Baby and don't you Cry,
you know your Mamma, she was Born to Die,
All my Trials Lord, Soon be Over.
I had a little Book was Given to me,
and every Page, spelled Liberty,
All my Trials Lord, Soon be Over.
Too late my Brothers, but Never Mind,
All my Trials Lord, Soon be Over.
The River Jordan is chilly and Cold,
it chills the Body, but it Warms the Soul,
All my Trials Lord, Soon be Over.
There is a Tree in Paradise,
and the Pilgrims call it, the Tree of Life,
All my Trials Lord, Soon be Over.
Too late my Brothers, too late but Never Mind,
All my Trials Lord, Soon be Over.
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We'll all go down to the Place
by the River of Life
where we'll See
the Savior in His Glory,
and He'll Look at you
through the Eyes of the Giver of Life
then you'll See
the Love that is His Story.
Will you Run
Will you Hide?
Will you Laugh
or Will you Cry?
Will you Fall
on your knees,
from the Feeling
Inside you?
When you See that the Choice
that you've Made with your Living,
is the Answer you Take
to His Heart which is Love.
As He Offers His Life
to the Children who are Willing,
will you Finally Glad
be Chosen from Above?
Eternity can be yours,
an End to all your Sorrow.
Well it might Be a Million Years,
or it could be Tomorrow:
When we'll all go down to the Place
by the River of Life
where we'll See
the Savior in His Glory . . .
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I am the Vine, you are the Branches,
remain in Me, you shall be Fruitful,
Love for the World, Hope for the Hopeless.
If you Love, than you must Root yourself in Me,
for the Branch will fail and Die, without the Tree.
I am the Vine, you are the Branches,
remain in Me, you shall be Fruitful,
Love for the World, Hope for the Hopeless.
If you Give, then you must Give yourself to Me,
for the Well will soon run Dry, without the Sea.
I am the Vine, you are the Branches,
remain in Me, you shall be Fruitful,
Love for the World, Hope for the Hopeless.
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