Classic Poem

Oh, He raise-a poor Lazuras, raise him up,
He raise him from de dead, I tol' ye so,
While many were standin' by,
Jesus loosen' de man from under de groun',
An' tell him: " Go prophesy. "
He give heal unto de sick, yes, He did,
He give sight unto de blin', I know He did,
He done 'able de cripple to walk,
Oh, He raise de dead from under de groun'
An' give dem permission to talk.

Oh, moan along, moan along,
Oh, ye moanin' souls, ye moanin' souls,
Heaven is my home,
Jesus been here one time, Lord, He's comin' ag'in,
Git ready and let us go home.