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For fear the [E]hearts of men are failing,
for these are [A]latter days we [E]know.
The Great Depression now is spreading,
God's word dec[B7]lared it would be [E]so.
I'm going [E]where there's no depression,
to the lovely [A]land that's free from [E]care.
I'll leave this world of toil and trouble,
my home's in [B7]Heaven, I'm going [E]there.
In that bright land, there'll be no hunger,
no orphan children cryin' for bread,
no weeping widows, toil or struggle,
no shrouds, no coffins, and no death. + CHORUS
This dark hour of midnight nearing,
tribulation time will come.
The storm will hurl the midnight fears,
and sweep lost millions to their doom. + CHORUS