Oh, with the Spirit as of old,
I chant a prayer to my God;
The Being, precious, more than gold
That Croesus has ever had.
I lift my soul to Him above,
And sing the angel’s happy praise;
The song of life in joy of love
That men from earth to Heaven raise.
There’s joy in Paradise for me,
Although a weary child of sin;
The penitent on Calv’ry’s tree
May find the way to enter in.
My hopes are good, in Christ, the Lord;
On Him I rest my cares of heart;
He will so bridge the Heavenly Ford
To show the way ere I depart.
(Marcus Mosiah Garvey)
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