Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the
the night of the dear Savior?s birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the
did "How Great Thou Art" all I could think of Was my old L.P of hymns by Elvis There's no such thing as sin I said to Laura, "I hope I know you forever
the night of the dear Savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary
the night of the dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth A thrill of hope the
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner From 45th and State to the last standin? hymn Nuhana J&J's, pale chicken, good finger lickin? While they sin
the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
a hopeful message That wherever there is life there is hope Whispering hope oh how welcome Thy voice Bathing my heart in it's sorrow rejoice Whispering Hope
Some words of wisdom from a great old hymn They call me Whispering Bill Well today what I want to whisper is hope Whispering hope oh how welcome thy voice
the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary
just begun To shove it in your face And every night it's harder For you to play your dope 'Cause we're exposing breakfast chums You haven't got a hope
night of my dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth Chantal: A thrill of hope the
the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error, pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the
run up all you and unload Cause he Po' and you shine just like the Moon glow stunting in your bently but it cost you your soul when God come to collect i hope
the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary
night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt it's worth A thrill of hope, the weary