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Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground
If I Had My Way I'd Tear the Building Down
Trouble Will Soon Be Over
I Know His Blood Can Make Me Whole
Everybody Ought to Treat a Stranger Right
It's Nobody's Fault But Mine
I'm Gonna Run to the City of Refuge
Keep Your Lamp Trimmed and Burning
Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed
℗© Columbia
