Though cold nights I frowns to sweet raptur'd eyes The hot trails flourish, may morning I see rise, and lord scenes arise; The hard rocks may tremble, o’er thy iron bands, And black river, waters murmur o'er the sands. black moons light, old glory lord to thee; The tribunes playing in the cotton fields, Oh what a glory to thee, I sin’g come by here; "Lords army cross over, Lords army cross over. O, lord study war no more Lord say gone make my enemy leave me lone Devils 's army don died O’ lord I’ se stand Wit’s pride Lord army cross over. I’ve cross de mighty river, Lord study war no more Lord Army Cross over, My army crosses over; we'll cross de river Calvary, Lord army cross over; We'll cross and sip the black rivers; De danger water, that man set for me Lord army cross over; We'll cross de mighty Calvary, Lord army cross over. O’ that black river sings for me Standard at the gates Calvary, sipping on the Rivers that live within me, Lord army cross over; Lord no weapon form upon me Lord army cross over." And the hot and briskly sun, the voices that Sings upon the sticky thrones, And with the cries of yonder before, The Good lord, bring me to the end of the tired day. Such is thy pow’r nor thy tears, form o’er Mama the sparrows, lay as the sun, beam upon o’er face, her Negro riches deck the glory plain; Rising fires upon thy burned skin, thou loyal Lord speaks for me, In the mist of calm, subject passions cry, lord commands I o’er bey. Nobody l’ord know the tro’ble I see Baken in the hot batt’le sun Under fire of heat, I continue to sing Lord God to thee. I’sa understand My jour’ney to thee, I go’ts to pass test My jour’ney lord I give to thee. Unde’r the batt’ling sun. Lor’d the tes’t my loyal servan’t Upo’n you’r skies. Lord thy command, under the mental train I’se cry lor’d in thee name; Under the furnace of thun’der Lor’d I’se humble in you’re name. Lord de’ world sings its own song, I ‘se wait upon the skies, the sand of the hot desert, beyond the wheat feels my spirit. I ‘se seen the armory of the lord, I’ se seen the victory of its cause, I ‘se sat at the table as a poor man, I ‘se realize that I’ se rich upon the skies, hold on, the lord is coming. If I’ se cry upon the valley of the land, If I ‘se hate because of my dismay, I ‘se kill all the beauty, the lord giver’s me. "Dere's no more tears, bleeding hands O, yes, I want to go home, black train coming. Dere's no sun to burn , mama get ready Want to go home Lay my burden down O, yes, lord I want to go home; O, I’se A loyal servent I Ian’s study war no more Where dere’s love the master stay Where dere’s grief, I cry de lord O, move de satan Lord say look up younda Moving clouds de yonda One day I’se hope to go O, lord I’se study war no more, Dere’s one Savior in the sky No lynching that I cry O’ I sit de for you lord Wait in to come home. “Hold on, “Hold on, “Lord de’ night get colder, Aint noth’en gone stop me, Lord get much stronger Gone Complete my Journey the Calvary I'se been on de road into heaven, my Lord! I can't stay behind, I’se Holding on, too the lord send For thee. Hold on, Lord said; Hold on Brudder Jesus going to meet on the other side of Calvary Hold on, Hold on Da’ lord said believe I shall set you free Hold on, Hold on, the light Gets lighter at the Calvary Lord said ain’t no need To cry, master lord Said trouble don’t last forever Lay your burden upon thee, Hold on, Hold on, Light brighter at The Calvary Hold on, Hold on Hold on my Chilean Lord said he gon make my Enemy set me free Hold on, Hold on Lord gon be at the Light, I shall then be free. Lord said Satan had no claim on me. Hold on little Chilean Hold on, lord said he Gon’e take my burden from thee.