My mother's hymn book

Where we'll never grow old

I shall not be moved

I am a pilgrim

Do lord

When the roll is called up yonder

If we never meet again this side of heaven

I'll fly away

Where the soul of man never dies

Let the lower lights be burning

When he reached down

In the sweet by and by

I'm bound for the promised land

In the garden

Softly and tenderly

Just as I am.