November is the deadliest month (after Dec, Jan and Feb). Ain’t much praisin’ to be done, you may feel. How wrong you are. Hearken unto Hezekiah and the guys and gals of the Love and Fellowship Choir as they welcome the prospect of bidding “good bye to the troubles of this life”. Perfect for a mid-winter funeral. Sorry, homegoing.
Troubles will be no more on the other shore
Peace and rest
Home at last
When we get over there
When we get over there
O how happy the day
When I say good bye to the troubles of this life
A city bright and fair
Where the streets are paved with gold
And they never grow old
He promised me a mansion there
Where they’ll be no more worries and no more cares
And the joy that we’ll share can not compare
Troubles will be no more
Troubles will be no more on the other shore
Peace and rest
Home at last
When we get over there
When we get over there
Lead: O what joy?
O what peace
O what happiness
When we get over there
Repeat twice
Everyone: O what joy?
O what peace
O what happiness
When we get over there
Repeat 8 times
When we get over there
When we get over there
When we get over there
When we get over there
