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Waverley Turner Carmichael
KEEP ME, JESUS, KEEP ME
Keep me 'neath Thy mighty wing,
Keep me, Jesus, keep me;
Help me praise Thy Holy name,
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.
O my Lamb, come, my Lamb,
O my good Lamb,
Save me, Jesus, save me.
Keep me, Jesus, keep me;
Help me praise Thy Holy name,
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.
O my Lamb, come, my Lamb,
O my good Lamb,
Save me, Jesus, save me.
Hear me as I cry to Thee;
Keep me, Jesus, keep me;
May I that bright glory see;
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.
O my Lamb, my good Lamb,
O my good Lamb,
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.
Keep me, Jesus, keep me;
May I that bright glory see;
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.
O my Lamb, my good Lamb,
O my good Lamb,
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.
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WINTER IS COMING
De winter days are drawin' nigh
An' by the fire I sets an' sigh;
De nothe'n win' is blowin' cold,
Like it done in days of old.
An' by the fire I sets an' sigh;
De nothe'n win' is blowin' cold,
Like it done in days of old.
De yaller leafs are fallin' fas',
Fur summer days is been an' pas';
The air is blowin' mighty cold,
Like it done in days of old.
Fur summer days is been an' pas';
The air is blowin' mighty cold,
Like it done in days of old.
De frost is fallin' on de gras'
An' seem to say "Dis is yo' las'"—
De air is blowin' mighty cold
Like it done in days of old.
An' seem to say "Dis is yo' las'"—
De air is blowin' mighty cold
Like it done in days of old.
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