Lyrics
Below you’ll find the lyrics to some of the traditional songs we have recorded. If you’re looking for something in particular and can’t find it here, please email us.
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Power in the Blood
by Lewis E Jones, 1899, public domain
Would you be free from your burden of sin?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood;
Would you o’er evil a victory win?
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
Chorus:
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb.
Would you do service for Jesus your King?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood;
Would you live daily His praises to sing?
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
Chorus
Open your heart and his spirit will come in,
in all its power, in all its power.
Open your heart and his spirit will come in,
in all of its wonderful power.
Chorus
Those Two Blue Eyes
traditional
There’s a ramshackle shack down in old Caroline
It carries me back to that baby of mine
I’ll be spending my days with the one I love
With the help of the one in heaven above
Chorus:
Those two blue eyes sparkle with love
Shine down on me from heaven above
If I had the wings of a beautiful dove
Well, I would fly right back to the one I love
When the whippoorwill calls on a hill far away
He’d sing a love song and you would say
“My love for you it will never die”
Then he said farewell with a sad goodbye
Chorus
When it’s harvest time down in old Caroline
I’ll be drifting on back to that baby of mine
I’ll be spending my days with the one I love
With the help from the one in heaven above
Chorus
Hame, Hame, Hame
traditional
Hame, hame, hame, Hame would I be
Hame, hame, hame In my own country
Where the birch and the pine and the bonnie rowan tree
They are all blooming fair in my own country
Hame, hame, hame, Hame would I be
Hame, hame, hame In my own country
Where the wild deer run through the glade I’ll never see
Where my heart will lie alone, in my own country
Hame, hame, hame, Hame would I be
Hame, hame, hame In my own country
Where the glint through the dark will always stay with me
It’ll shine upon them yet, in my own country
Hame, hame, hame, Hame would I be
Hame, hame, hame, In my own country
Where the birch and the pine and the bonnie rowan tree
They are all blooming fair in my own country
I’m a Solder in the Army of the Lord
traditional
Chorus:
I’m a soldier in the army of the Lord, I’m a solder in the army.
I’m a soldier in the army of the Lord, I’m a solder in the army.
I’ve got my war clothes on in the army of the Lord
O I believe I’ll die in the army of the Lord
I’ve got my breast plate on in the army of the Lord
I’m going to fight until I die in the army of the Lord
Jewels
traditional
When he cometh, when he cometh, to make up his jewels,
All his jewels, precious jewels, his loved and his own.
Chorus:
Like the stars of the morning, his bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their beauty, bright gems for his crown.
He will gather, he will gather, then gems for his kingdom,
All the pure ones, all the bright ones, his loved and his own.
Chorus
Little children, little children, who love their redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious jewels, his loved and his own.
Chorus
Sweet Sunny South
traditional
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To the sweet sunny South take me home
Where the mockingbird sang me to sleep every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam
The path to our cabin’s grown over with green
And the stones quite mossy all around
And I know that the faces and forms I have loved
Now lie in that cold, mossy ground
But still I’ll return to the place of my birth
For the children have played round the floor
And I know that no matter how long I may live
They will echo their footsteps no more
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow
To me plot in the evergreen shade
Where the flowers from river’s green margin did grow
And spread their sweet scent through the glade
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To the sweet sunny South take me home
Where the mocking birds sang me to sleep every night
I why was I tempted to roam
Talk About Suffering
traditional
Talk about suffering here below and let’s keep a loving Jesus
Talk about suffering here below and let’s keep a following Jesus
The gospel train is coming and don’t you want to go
And leave this world of sorrow and trouble here below
Oh can’t you hear it, Mother, and don’t you want to go
And leave this world of sorrow and trouble here below
Talk about suffering here below and let’s keep a loving Jesus
Talk about suffering here below and let’s keep a following Jesus
Oh can’t you hear it, Father, and don’t you want to go
And leave this world of sorrow and trouble here below
The gospel train is coming and don’t you want to go
And leave this world of sorrow and trouble here below
Walk Around My Bedside
traditional
Walk around my bedside, Lord walk around
Walk around my bedside, Lord walk around
When I am praying Lord walk around
When I am sick oh Lord walk around
When I am dying Lord walk around
I Will Arise and Go to Jesus
traditional
Chorus:
I will arise and go to Jesus, he will embrace me in his arms.
In the arms of my dear savior, oh there are ten thousand charms.
Come ye sinners, poor and needy, weak and wounded, sick and sore.
Jesus ready stands to save you, full of pity love and power.
Chorus
Come ye thirsty, come and welcome, God’s free bounty glorified.
True belief and true repentance, every grace that brings you nigh.
Chorus
Let not conscience make you linger, nor of fitness fondly dream.
All the fitness he requireth is to feel your need of him.
Chorus
Wayfaring Stranger
traditional
I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, traveling through this world of woe.
There is no sickness, no toil or danger, in that bright land to which I go.
I’m going there to see my father, I’m going there no more to roam.
I’m only going over Jordan. I’m only going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather round me. I know my way is rough and steep.
But beautiful fields lie just beyond me, where souls redeemed their vigil keep.
I’m going there to see my mother, she said she’d meet me when I come.
I’m only going over Jordan. I’m only going over home.
I’m going to wear that crown of glory when I get home to that bright land.
I’m going to sing salvation’s story in concert with the blood-washed lamb.
I’m going there to see my people, I’m going there no more to roam.
I’m only going over Jordan. I’m only going over home.