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Loretta Lynn


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Настоящее имя Loretta Webb
Дата рождения 14 апреля 1932 г.
Откуда Butcher Hollow, Kentucky, USA
Жанры Gospel
Honky tonk
Country
Годы 1960—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Interscope Records
См. также Dolly Parton
Ernest Tubb
Conway Twitty
Tammy Wynette
Jack White
Crystal Gayle
Peggy Sue
The Lynns
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Альбом Loretta Lynn


All Time Gospel Favorites (1998)
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Oh Lord, my God when I in all some wonder
Considered all the worlds Thy hands have made
I see the stars I hear the roaring thunder
Thy art throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul
Dear God to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul
Dear God to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art.

--- Instrumental ---

When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
To take me home what joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim my God how great Thou art.

Then sings my soul
Dear God to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul
Dear God to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art...

. . .


On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown.

--- Instrumental ---

Oh, that old rugged cross so despised by the world
Is a wonderous attraction for me
For the dear lamb of God left this glory above
To bare it to dark calvary.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown...

. . .


Oh well, I'm tired and so weary but I must go along
Till my Lord comes and calls me, calls me away, oh yes
Oh well, the morning's so bright and the lamb is the light
And the night, night is as black as the sea. oh yes.

There will be peace, peace in the valley for me some day
There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
There'll be no sadness, no sorrow, no troubles I'll see
There will be peace, peace in the valley for me.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, the bear will be gentle and the wolf will be tame
And the lion shall lay down, down by the lamb, oh yes
And the beast from the wild will be lead by little child
And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes.

There will be peace, peace in the valley for me some day
There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
There'll be no sadness, no sorrow, no troubles I'll see
There will be peace, peace in the valley for me...

. . .


Amazing grace!
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun...

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I am weak but Thou art strong
Jesus keep me from all wrong
I'll be satisfied as long as I walk
Let me walk close to Thee.

Just a closer walk with Thee
Grant it Jesus is my plea
Daily walking close to Thee
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

When my feeble life is o'er
Time for me shall be no more
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom shores, to Thy shores.

Just a closer walk with Thee
Grant it Jesus is my plea
Daily walking close to Thee
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be...

. . .


How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream
When memory recalls them now and then
And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat
If I could hear my mother pray again.

If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be with who means so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again.

--- Instrumental ---

She used to pray that I, on Jesus would rely
And always walk the shining gospel way
So trusting still his love I'll seek that home above
For I shall meet my mother some glad day.

If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be with who means so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again...

. . .


(A.P.Carter)

There are loved ones in the glory
Whose dear forms you often miss
When you close your earthly story
Will you join them in their bliss?

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by
In a better home awaiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

In the joyous days of childhood
Oft' they told of wond'rous love
Pointed to the dying Saviour
Now they dwell with him above.

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by
In a better home awaiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

You can picture happy gath'rings
'Round the fireside long ago
And you think of tearful partings
When they left you here below.

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by
In a better home awaiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky...

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Chorus:
On the wings of a snow white dove
He sends his pure sweet love
A sign from above (a sign from above)
On the wings of a dove. (wings of a dove)

When trouble surrounds us
When evil's come
The body grows weak (body grows weak)
And the spirit grows numb. (spirit grows numb)

When these things beset us
He doesn't forget us
He sends down his love (sends down his love)
On the wings of a dove. (wings of a dove)

Chorus:
On the wings of a snow white dove
He sends his pure sweet love
A sign from above (a sign from above)
On the wings of a dove. (wings of a dove)

When Noah had drifted
In the flood many days
He searched for land (He searched for land)
In various ways. (In various ways)

Troubles he had some
But he wasn't forgotten
He sent down his love (sent down his love)
On the wings of a dove. (wings of a dove)

Chorus:
On the wings of a snow white dove
He sends his pure sweet love
A sign from above (a sign from above)
On the wings of a dove. (wings of a dove)

On the wings of a dove. (wings of a dove)
On the wings of a dove. (wings of a dove)...

. . .


In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it apart
For the father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

--- Instrumental ---

To a wonderful father above
We shall offer our tribute of praise
For the glory as gift of his love
and the blessings that hallow our days.

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore...

. . .


(Dr. William S. Pitts, 1857)

There's a church in the valley by the wildwood
No lovelier spot in the dale
No place is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.

(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.

How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning
To listen to the clear ringing bells
Its tones so sweetly are calling
Oh come to the church in the vale.

(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.

There, close by the church in the valley
Lies one that I loved so well
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, 'neath the willow
Disturb not her rest in the vale.

(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.

There, close by the side of that loved one
'Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom
When farewell hymns shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb.

(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale...

. . .


What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilage to carry
Ev'rything to God in prayer!

Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Ev'rything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer:

Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge;
Take it to the Lord in prayer:

Do the friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He'll take and shield thee;
And you will find a solace there.

And you will find a solace there...

. . .


I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Comin' for to carry me home
A band of angels comin' after me
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home.

If you get there before I do
Comin' for to carry me home
Tell all of my friends I'm comin' too
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home.

I remember well my brightest day
Comin' for to carry me home
When Jesus washed my sins away
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home.

I'm sometimes up and I'm sometimes down
Comin' for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home...

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