. The story of the Jubilee Singers : with their songs. o down the stream of time, Yes, my Lorfl 1I leave this sinful world behind, Yes, my Lord 1 8 Old Satan thinks hell get us all, Yes, my Lord!Because in Adam we did fall, Yes, my Lord ! 4 If you want to s«e old Satan run, Yes, my Lord!Just shoot him with a Gospel-gun, Yes, my Lord! No. 94. #ooD«bpe, firotbrrtf. £2- \v i I—i—* m • / / 1. Good - bye, bro-thers, good -bye, sis - ters, If ?=$ ~t=z±rV V-—=£ —/ ^H > < $ t t * t ■ I dont see you a - ny more; Ill meet you in hen-ven, -•- •- -•- # •- •- —0 m p j 1 1 . -H 0 — . -0 0 0 0 1 —-, __
. The story of the Jubilee Singers : with their songs. o down the stream of time, Yes, my Lorfl 1I leave this sinful world behind, Yes, my Lord 1 8 Old Satan thinks hell get us all, Yes, my Lord!Because in Adam we did fall, Yes, my Lord ! 4 If you want to s«e old Satan run, Yes, my Lord!Just shoot him with a Gospel-gun, Yes, my Lord! No. 94. #ooD«bpe, firotbrrtf. £2- \v i I—i—* m • / / 1. Good - bye, bro-thers, good -bye, sis - ters, If ?=$ ~t=z±rV V-—=£ —/ ^H > < $ t t * t ■ I dont see you a - ny more; Ill meet you in hen-ven, -•- •- -•- # •- •- —0 m p j 1 1 . -H 0 — . -0 0 0 0 1 —-, __0 0 —q i 1- - -i 0 A 0 —0 — 0 0— •-L-H r=* _N N ff,»z3=S--&=l -^- 0 0 0-0 1\ —-N A —A f 1 -*- * 0 ** 0 0—L - H2- I m in the blessed kingdom. It I don t see you a - ny more. .« _ m * r x 2 Well part in the body, well meet in the spirit,If I dont see you any more ;So now God bless you, God bless you,If I dont see you any more. Then good-bye, brothers, No. 95. Itont pou <§rirbr after ■oming? D >nt you grieve af- ter me. Lord, 1 M. v«- -*. .0. -m M. .p. • ^_ ■ft __^_g^^S=^-T -J Jj- ss 2 It looks like Gabriel, dont you grieve after me,Lord, I dont want you to grieve afier me. 3 Oli, who is that behind him ? dont you grieve after me,Lord, I dont want you to grieve after me. 4 It looks like Jesus, dont you grieve after me,Lord, I dont want you to grieve after me. 5 Go, blow your trumpet, Gabriel, dont you grieve after ma;Lord, I dont want you to grieve after me. 6 How loud must I blow it ? dont you grieve after me,Lord, I dont want you to grieve after me. 7 Loud as seven claps of thunder! dont you grieve after meLord, I dont want you to grieve after me. 8 To wake the sleeping nations, dont you grieve after me,l^rd, I dont want you to grieve after me. 216 No. 96. fctSf anlJ ^>l)jMf. ,_ 1_#—• # #_#__J Ob,brethren, rise and shine, and give God the glo-ry, glo-ry, gpEEEEJ: f. r t T~ S Then you must rise,
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