| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
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| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
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| Oh, when I hear that trumpet sound
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| I’m gonna get up out of this ground
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| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
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| Go down yonder, Gabriel
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| Put your foot on the land and sea
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| Oh, Gabriel, don’t you blow your horn
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| Until you hear from me
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| I look way over yonder
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| What do you think I see?
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| I see a band of angels
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| Coming after me
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| And then I looked way down the river
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| I saw the people dressed in white
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| I knew it was God’s people
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| 'Cause I saw them doing right
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| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
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| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
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| Oh, when I hear the trumpet sound
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| I’m gonna get up out of this ground
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| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
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| I’m going down to the River Jordan
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| Gonna bury my knees in the sand
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| Holler «Ah, Hosanna»
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| Till I reach that promised land
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| And when I look way over yonder
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| What do you think I see?
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| I see a band of angels
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| And they’re coming after me
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| So meet me, King Jesus, meet me
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| Oh, won’t You meet me in the middle of the air?
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| If these wings should carry me
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| I wouldn’t need another pair
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| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
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| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
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| Oh, when I hear the trumpet sound
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| I’m gonna get up out of this ground
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| Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down |