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Beyond this land of parting, losing, and leaving
Far beyond the losses, darkening this
And far beyond the taking and the bereaving
Lies a summer land of bliss!
Land beyond (land beyond), so fair and bright!
Land beyond (land beyond), where is no night!
Summer land (summer land), God is it's light
Oh, happy summer land of bliss!
Beyond this land of toiling, sowing and reaping
Far beyond the shadows darkening this
And far beyond the sighing, moaning, and weeping
Lies a summer land of bliss!
Beyond this land of waiting, seeking, and sighing
Far beyond the sorrows darkening this
And far beyond the pain, and sickness and dying
Lies a summer land of bliss!
Land beyond (land beyond), so fair and bright! (so fair and bright)
Land beyond (land beyond), where is no night! (there is no night)
Summer land (summer land), God is its light (God is its light)
Oh, happy summer land of bliss! (summer land of bliss)
Songwriter: Mary B. Slade
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Calling the Prodigal
01:05
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God is calling the prodigal, come without delay,
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Tho' you've wandered so far from His presence, come today,
Hear His loving voice calling still.
Chorus:
Calling now for thee,
O weary prodigal come;
Calling now for thee,
O weary prodigal come.
Patient, loving, and tenderly still the Father pleads,
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Oh! return while the Spirit in mercy intercedes,
Hear His loving voice calling still. [Chorus]
Come, there's bread in the house of thy Father, and to spare,
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Lo! the table is spread and the feast is waiting there,
Hear His loving voice calling still. [Chorus]
Author: Chas. Hutchinson Gabriel
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How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream,
When memory recalls them now and then!
And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat,
If I could hear my mother pray again.
Refrain:
If I could hear my mother pray again,
If I could hear her tender voice as then!
So glad I’d be, ’twould mean so much to me,
If I could hear my mother pray again.
She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely,
And always walk the shining gospel way;
So trusting still His love, I seek that home above,
Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.
Within the old home-place her patient, smiling face
Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer;
And when she used to sing to her eternal King,
It was the songs the angels loved to hear.
Her work on earth is done, the life-crown has been won,
And she will be at rest with Him above;
And some glad morning she, I know, will welcome me
To that eternal home of peace and love.
Songwriter: James Rowe, pub.1922
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In the Sweet By and By
01:42
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In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
Oh, we shall meet on that beautiful shore
There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it a-far
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed
And their spirits shall sorrow no more
Not a sigh for the blessings of rest
To our bountiful Father above
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
Songwriters: Ben Webster
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Instrumental No.1
02:58
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Instrumental No.2
03:07
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Just Because
02:58
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Just because you think you're so pretty,
And just because your momma thinks you're hot,
Well, just because you think you've got something
That no other girl has got,
You've caused me to spend all my money.
You laughed and called me old Santa Claus.
Well, I'm telling you,
Baby, I'm through with you.
Because, well well, just because.
Well, well, well,
There'll come a time when you'll be lonesome
And there'll come a time when you'll be blue.
Well, there'll come a time when old Santa
He won't pay your bills for you.
You've caused me to lose all my women
And now, now you say we are through.
Well, I'm telling you
Baby, I was through with you
A long long time ago.
Well, just because you think you're so pretty
And just because your mama thinks you're the hottest thing in
town
Well, just because you think you've got something
That nobody else has got,
You've caused me to spend all of my money.
Honey, you laughed and called me your old Santa Claus.
Well, I'm telling you I'm through with you
Because, well well, just because.
Writer: Sid Robin, Joe Shelton, Bob Shelton
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A mother went out on a party
She left at home her baby son
He cried and begged her not to leave him
But she would not give up her fun.
She kissed his cheek and tried to soothe him
But would not heed his childish plea
She heard him call as she was leavin'
"Please mommy, please stay home with me."
The mother joined the merrymakers
And soon was lost in trifling joy
The mellow tunes and flitting shadows
Made her forget her baby boy.
She danced and laughed and did some drinkin'
The world for her was full of glee
But now and then these words would haunt her
"Please mommy, please stay home with me."
She left the party feeling dizzy
The smell of drinking on her breath
She hurried home to find her baby
In raging pain and nearing death.
The doctor came and looked on sadly
The case was hopeless, he could see
The baby died, these words repeating
"Please mommy, please stay home with me."
The mother now, her life would forfeit
To hear her baby's voice again
She grieved to think she rudely left him
To satisfy her wicked vain.
Now mothers don't neglect your duty
This story should a lesson be
Do not ignore your baby's pleading
"Please mommy, please stay home with me."
Songwriters: Eddy Arnold / J. Graydon Hall / Wallace Fowler
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The Ninety and Nine
01:51
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There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold;
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare;
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
Far away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
“Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?”
But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine
Has wandered away from Me.
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.”
I will go to the desert to find My sheep.”
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There is a fountain that I see
Filled with blood drawn from Emmanuels vein
The sinners, sinners plunged beneath that blood
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
The sinners, sinners plunged beneath, beneath that blood
They're gonna lose all their guilt-guilty stains!
Mmmm oh Lord
Mmmm
Mmmm
The sinners, sinners plunged beneath, beneath that blood,
They're gonna lose all their guilt-guilty stains!
Songwriters: Joe B. Junior
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Tomorrow Never Comes
01:30
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Oh you tell me that you love me
Yes you tell me that you care
That tomorrow we'll be married, oh
But tomorrow's never there
Oh tomorrow never, never comes
Oh tomorrow never comes
Now you tell me that you love me, oh
But tomorrow never comes
Many weeks now have I waited
Oh many long nights have I cried
But just to see that happy morning, happy morning
When I have you right by my side
But tomorrow will never come, oh no, no
Tomorrow never gonna come
Now you tell me that you love me
But tomorrow never, never comes
So tomorrow I'll be leaving
Yes tomorrow I'll be gone
But tomorrow you'll be weeping, oh
But tomorrow will never, never come
Well tomorrow will never, never come
Oh no, tomorrow ain't never gonna come
Yeah, yeah, you tell me, you tell me
That you love me, but tomorrow never comes
Words & Music by Ernest Tubb / Johnny Bond
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I broke your heart dear, I was untrue
And now I've lost you, what can I do
Fate played its hand, dear, though we did try
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
Our love is ended, you say we're through
You found a new love that's good to you
I hope you're happy, for I'll get by
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
We made our vows, dear, to never part
We laughed, we loved then we crossed our hearts
I was unfaithful, so here am I
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
I've played around, dear, I've had my way
But now I find, dear, I've had to pay
I'll always love you as days go by
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
Upon my pillow last night I lay
I dreamed of bygones and I did pray
But it's all over, we've said goodbye
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
-Al Dexter & His Troopers
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What Did He Do
00:52
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O listen to our wondrous story,
Counted once among the lost;
Yet One came down from Heaven’s glory,
Saving us at awful cost!
Refrain
Who saved us from eternal loss?
Who but God’s Son upon the cross?
What did He do?
He died for you!
Where is He now?
In Heaven interceding!
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Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, singer/songwriter Nate Hale makes music that is prophetic and painfully truthful, with a melodic, easygoing flow. Nate writes about real life issues: love, war, politics, and religion. Buy the music, come to the shows, clap your hands, and pray that the vision in his music will spread; that swords will be beaten into plows and that jubilee will become reality. ... more
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