He t'anked de Lord dat he had seen
Qur sorrow and distress,
An' brought us up, all safe an' sound,
Out ob de Wilderness.
Qur sorrow and distress,
An' brought us up, all safe an' sound,
Out ob de Wilderness.
Dat he had sent Mars Linkum round
To lead us in de dark,
To part de Jordan's rushing wave
An' smite de solid rock.
To lead us in de dark,
To part de Jordan's rushing wave
An' smite de solid rock.
He prayed de Lord to bless dis land,
De white folks an' de black,
An' send de dove of peace around
An' bring ole Massa back.
De white folks an' de black,
An' send de dove of peace around
An' bring ole Massa back.
He axed de Lord to bless de men
Who fought to free de slaves,
He prayed de Lord to comfort dem
Down where de cotton waves.
Who fought to free de slaves,
He prayed de Lord to comfort dem
Down where de cotton waves.
I b'lieve he prayed for ebryting
In dis here blessed land,
Wid Massa Linkum standin' by,
A bowin' thar so grand.
In dis here blessed land,
Wid Massa Linkum standin' by,
A bowin' thar so grand.
De pickaninnies stood so still
You t'ink dey made o' stone,
Dey didn't speak, nor move, nor breeve
Until dat pra'r was done;
You t'ink dey made o' stone,
Dey didn't speak, nor move, nor breeve
Until dat pra'r was done;
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