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FOLK SONG OF THE AMERICAN NEGRO.
1. I haven't been to Heaven,
But I've been told, Not made with hands, That the streets are pearl
And the gates are gold; Not made with hands.
Chorus I know I have another building, etc.
2. Some of these morning bright and fair,
Not made with hands; Going to meet my Jesus in-a-the air; Not made with hands.
Chorus I know I have another building, etc. |
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SONGS OF HOPE.
"Ik Bright Mansions Above."
Chorus
In bright mansions above, In bright mansions above, Lord, I want to live up yonder, In bright mansions above.
1. My mother's gone to glory, I want to go there, too; Lord, I want to live up yonder, In bright mansions above.
Chorus In bright mansions above, etc.
2. My Saviour's gone to glory, I want to go there, too; Lord, I want to live up yonder, In bright mansions above.
Chorus In bright mansions above, etc. |
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