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(Dolly Parton) Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy There's a city where the streets are paved in gold A land where the milk and the honey flow And a
(Dolly Parton) Daddy was an old time preacher man He preacher the word of God throughout the land He preached so plain a child could understand Yes
Today as I was walking In the fields just down the way I sat down on a fallen log To pass the time away And as I looked around me The more that I did
If you're trying to reach Heaven you talk to Jesus, you talk to Him every day. 'Cause Jesus knows, He knows that you are coming and Heaven's just a prayer
As I travel life's pathway to that city beyond I find the way so narrow and my strenght almost gone Then I cry oh Lord have mercy please don't leave me
Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder Thy art throughout
Writer Myra Brooks Welch "Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But
(Jeffe) An old man was sitting at his table one day Writing a letter to pass time away His little granddaughter climbed up on his knee Saying won'
Is my name written there on those pages bright and fair Is my name written in the book of life If you want to be up there then down here you must prepare
I believe for every drop of rain that falls A flower grows And I believe that somewhere in the darkest night A candle glows I believe for everyone who
Hold my hand let's not lose my way hold my hand and lead me home Guide each step that I might take hold my hand and keep me strong And let the path I
Sacred mem'ries often take me to the place where I grew up And that little country church that I love so much I used to go there every time that old church
Writer Dorothy Jo Hope From album Golden Streets of Glory Copyright 1970 Yes I see God where the mountains reach the sky And I see God when the eagle
I said hello and I'm gonna be real anxious to hear from you Cause I sure miss you and I love you an awful lot With love as always Dolly
hello and I'm gonna be real anxious to hear from you cause I sure miss you and I love you an awful lot. With love as always, -Dolly
An old man was sitting at his table one day Writing a letter to pass time away His little granddaughter climbed up on his knee Saying won't you please
