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Climbing High Mountains

Osceola Davis  •  Album

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Join Osceola Davis as she takes you on an uplifting journey in her new CD, Climbing High Mountains. Osceola has a true classical voice that is at the same time pure, musical and accessible. In her new CD, she sings great spirituals and sacred songs that are classics in themselves, but with new and extremely fresh arrangements that will grab your ear and thrill your heart.

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Climbing High Mountains

Music and Text by Betty Jackson King

Climbing high mountains trying to get home,
Climbing high mountains, climbing high mountains,
Climbing high mountains trying to get home;

Loads getting heavy trying to get home,
Loads getting heavy, loads getting heavy,
Loads getting heavy trying to get home;

My God will help me, trying to get home,
My God will help me, my God will help me,
My God will help me, trying to get home;

Home, climbing high mountains, climbing high mountains
Climbing high mountains, trying to get home;
Home! Home! Home!

Entreat Me Not To Leave Thee

Music: Charles Gounod
Text: Ruth 1:16,17

And Ruth said:
Entreat me not to leave thee
Entreat me not to leave thee
Or to return from following after thee;
For whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge,
Whither thou goest I will go
And where thou lodgest I will lodge.

Where thou lodgest, where thou lodgest,
I will lodge.

Thy people shall be my people
And thy God my God;
Thy people shall be my people
And thy God my God
Thy people shall be my people
And thy God, my God.

Where thou diest I will die,
And there will I be buried,
The Lord do so to me
And more also
If aught but death part thee and me
If aught but death part thee and me;

Thy people shall be my people
And thy God my God,
Thy people shall be my people
And thy God my God,
Thy people shall be my people
And thy God, thy God my God

CANTATA

Music: John Carter
Text: traditional spirituals

Prelude: piano only

Rondo
Peter go ring dem bells,
Peter go ring dem bells,
Peter go ring-a-dem bells;
Oh Peter, go ring a dem bells
Bells, bells, bells, bells,
Ring a dem bells:

Peter go ring-a-dem bells, oh Peter go ring -a-dem bells.
Peter go ring-a-dem bells, oh Peter go ring-a dem bells.
Peter go ring dem bells, oh Peter go and ring dem bells
Peter go ring dem bells oh Peter go and ring, dem bells;

Peter go ring a dem bells oh Peter go ring a dem bells
Peter go ring a dem bells today.

Peter go ring a dem bells oh Peter go ring a dem bells.
Peter go ring a dem bells I heard from heaven today.

Wonder where my mother has gone,
Wonder where my mother has gone,
Wonder where my mother has gone,
Heard from heaven today;

Wonder where my mother has gone
Wonder where my mother has gone
Wonder where my mother has gone
Heard from heaven today;

Peter ring dem bells, Peter ring dem bells
Peter ring dem bells ring a dem bells

Peter ring dem bells Peter ring dem bells
Peter ring dem bells, ring a dem bells

Bells, bells, bells, bells,
Ring- a dem, ring -a dem bells.

Cantata: Recitative

Music: John Carter
Text: traditional spirituals

Sometimes I feels like a motherless child,
Sometimes like a motherless child
Sometimes I feels like a motherless child
A long ways from home

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
A long way from home;

True believer
A long way from home
A long way from home

Cantata: Air

Music: John Carter
Text: traditional spirituals

Let us break bread together on our knees
Let us break bread together on our knees
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun
Oh Lord have mercy on me.

Let us all pray (drink wine) together on our knees
Let us all pray (drink wine) together knees
When I fall in my knees with my face to the rising sun
On Lord have mercy on me

Let us praise God together on our knees
Let us praise God together on our knees
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun
Oh Lord have mercy one me
Amen! Amen!

Cantata: Toccata

Music: John Carter
Text: traditional spirituals

Ride on King Jesus no man can a hinder me,
Ride on King Jesus, ride on, no man can a hinder me.

Ride on King Jesus no man can a hinder me,
Ride on King Jesus, ride on, no man can a hinder me.

He is King of Kings, He is Lord of Lords
Jesus Christ, the first and last, no man works like him.

King Jesus rides a milk white horse
No man works like him,
The river of Jordan he did cross
No man works like him.

Ride on King Jesus no man can a hinder me,
Ride on King Jesus, ride on, no man can a hinder me.
Ride on King Jesus no man can a hinder me.

Ride on King Jesus, no man can a hinder me,
Ride on King Jesus, Ride on! Ride on! Ride!

No man, no man, no man. no man,
No man, no man, no man,
Can a hinder me!

ALLELUIA

Music: Ferdinand Hummel
Text: Poetic Paraphrase Psalms 63 & 23

Oh Lord, my God early did I seek Thee out,
My soul for Thee was thirsting Lord,
It longed for Thee in a land of draught!
O Thou didst lead me by the hand, who languished in a barren land
Thy mercy, thy mercy, I sing with joy devout!

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

O Thou Dear Lord, Thou art my shepherd,
Thy mercy doth my soul restore,
Thy rod and staff they are my comfort,
My cup of joy, behold it runneth o’er.

Besides the waters still me leading,
In pastures green Thou bid’st me live,
My soul exalts Thee, my voice shall rise,
Thy mercy praising to the sky;

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

You Can Tell The World

Music: Margaret Bonds
Text: Traditional Spiritual

You can tell the world about this, you can tell the nations about that.
Tell them what Jesus has done tell them that the Comforter has come,
And He brought joy, joy, joy to my soul

He took my feet from the miry clay, yes He did, yes He did,
He placed my feet on the rock to stay, yes He did, yes, He did;

You can tell the world about this, you can tell the nations about that
Tell them what Jesus has done, tell them that the Comforter has come
And He brought joy, joy, joy to my soul.

My Lord done done just what He said, yes He did, yes He did.
He healed the sick and He raised the dead, yes He did, yes He did;

You can tell the world about this, you can tell the nations about that,
Tell them what Jesus has done, tell then that the Comforter has come
And He brought joy, joy, joy, to my soul.
And he brought joy, joy, joy, to my soul.

Behold, What Manner of Love

Music Wilbur Hatch
Text: I John 3:1-3

Behold! Behold! Behold, what manner of love
The Father hath bestowed upon us,
That we should be called the sons of God;

Behold, what manner of love, the Father hath bestowed upon us,
That we should be called the sons of God;
That we should be called the sons of God;
That we should be called the sons of God;

Therefore the world knoweth us not because it knew Him not.

Beloved, now are we the sons of God,
And it doeth not yet appear what we shall be;
But we know that when he shall appear,
We shall be like him, for we shall see Him as He is.
And every man that hath this hope in Him,
Purifieth himself, even as He is pure

Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us,
That we should be called the sons of God,
That we should be called the sons of God,
That we should be called, the sons of God

‘Roun’ About De Mountain

Arranged & Interpreted by Roland Hayes
Text: African-American folk song

‘Roun’ about de mountain,
‘Roun’ about de mountain,
My God’s a-rulin’,
An’ we’ll (she’ll) rise in His arms.
‘Roun’ about de mountain,
‘Round about de mountain,
My God’s a rulin’,
An’ we’ll (she’ll) rise in His arms.

De Lord loves de sinna,
De Lord loves de sinna man,
De Lord loves de sinna,
An’ we’ll (she’ll) rise in His arms

When I was a sinna
A seekin’ jes a like you,
I went down in de valley
I prayed till I come through,
You hypocrite, you concubine,
You’re placed amongst de swine,
You go to God with your lips an’ tongue
But you leave yo’ heart behin’

De Lord loves de sinna,
De Lord loves de sinna man,
De Lord loves de sinna,
An’ we’ll (she’ll) rise in His arms;

‘Roun’ about de mountain
‘Roun’ about de mountain
My God’s a-rulin’,
An’ we’ll (she’ll) rise in His arms

Goin’ roun’ de mountain,
There I’ll take a my stan’
I heard de voice of Jesus,
Thank God He’s in dis lan’

De Lord loves de sinna,
De Lord loves de sinna man,
De Lord loves de sinna,
An’ we’ll (she’ll) rise!

The Holy City

Music: Stephen Adams
Text: F.E. Weatherly

Last night I lay a-sleeping, there came a dream so fair,
I stood in old Jerusalem, beside the temple there.
I heard the children singing and ever as they sang,
Me thought the voice of angels from heav’n in answer rang,
Me thought the voice of angels from heav’n in answer rang.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna to your King.

And then me thought my dream was changed, the streets no longer rang,
Hushed were the glad Hosannas the little children sang.
The sun grew dark with mystery the morn was cold and chill,
As the shadow of a cross arose upon a lonely hill,
As the shadow of the cross arose upon a lonely hill;

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, hark how the angels sing
Hosanna in the highest, hosanna to your king

And once again the scene was changed, new earth there seemed to be,
I saw the holy city beside the tideless sea;
The light of God was on its streets, the gates were open wide.
And all who would might enter, and no one was denied.
No need of moon or stars by night, or sun to rule by day,
It was the new Jerusalem that would not pass away,
It was the new Jerusalem that would not pass away.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, sing for the night is o’er.
Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna forevermore,
Hosanna in the highest, hosanna forevermore.

Ride Up in the Chariot

Music and Text: Betty Jackson King

Gonna ride up in the chariot, soon-a in the mornin’
Ride up in the chariot, soon-a in the mornin’
Ride up in the chariot soon-a in the mornin’
And I hope I join the band.

Oh Lord have mercy on me,
Oh Lord have mercy on me,
Oh Lord have mercy on me
And I hope I join the band.

Gonna walk and talk with Jesus soon-a in the morn’in
Walk and talk with Jesus soon-a in the mornin’
Walk and talk with Jesus soon-a in the mornin’
And I hope I join the band

Oh Lord have mercy on me,
Oh Lord have mercy on me,
Oh Lord have mercy on me
And I hope I join the band

Gonna chatter with the angels soon-a in the morn’in
Chatter with the angels soon-a in the mornin’
Chatter with the angels soon-a in the mornin’
And I hope I join the band

Oh Lord, have mercy on me,
Oh Lord, have mercy on me,
Oh Lord, have mercy on me,
And I hope I join the band

Oh have mercy
Oh have mercy
Oh have mercy and I hope I’ll join the band
Ride in the mornin’, Oh my Lord!

Ain’t Got Time To Die

Music & Text: Hall Johnson

Lord, I keep so busy praisin’. my Jesus
Keep so busy praisin’ my Jesus
Keep so busy praisin’ my Jesus
Ain’t got time to die
‘Cause when I’m healin’ the sick I’m praisin’ my Jesus
When I’m healin’
When I’m healin’ the sick
Ain’t got time to die

‘Cause it takes all o’ my time to praise my Jesus
All o’ my time to praise my Lord
If I don’t praise Him de rocks gonna cry out:
“Glory an’ honor, glory an’ honor”
Ain’t go time…

Lord, I keep so busy workin’ fer de kingdom,
Keep so busy workin’ fer de kingdom,
Keep so busy workin’ fer de kingdom,
Ain’t got time to…

‘Cause whin I’m feedin’ de po’
I’m workin’ fer de kingdom
Yes, I’m workin’, when I’m feedin de po’
Lord I ain’t got time;

‘Cause it takes all o’ ma time to praise my Jesus,
All o’ my time to praise my Lord.
If I don’t praise Him de rocks gonna cry out:
“Glory and honor, glory and honor!”
Ain’t got time to die

Lord, I keep so busy servin’ my Master
Keep so busy servin’ my Master
Keep so busy servin’ my Master
Ain’t got time..

‘Cause when I’m givin’ my all, I’m serving my Master,
When I’m givin’ my all, Lord I ain’t got time

Cause it takes all o’ my time to praise my Jesus
All o’ my time to praise my Lord
If I don’t praise Him, the rocks gonna cry out,
“Glory an’ honor, glory an’ honor”
Ain’t got time

Now won’t you git out o’ my way, lemme praise my Jesus,
Git out of my way
If I don’t praise Him the rocks gonna cry out:
“Glory an’ honor, glory an’ honor!”
No, I ain’t got time to die

COMMUNION HYMN

Music: Lillian Jay
Text: Mary Baker Eddy

Saw ye my Saviour?
Heard ye the glad sound?
Felt ye the power of His word?
‘Twas the Truth that made us free
And was found by you and me
In the life and the love of our Lord.

Mourner, it calls you,
Come to this bosom,
Loves wipes your tears all away,
And will lift the shade of gloom,
And for you make radiant room
Midst the glories of one endless day.

Sinner, it calls you,
Come to this fountain,
Cleans the foul senses within;
‘Tis the Spirit that makes pure,
That exalts thee, and will cure
All the sorrow and sickness and sin.

Strongest deliverer,
Friend of the friendless,
Life of all being divine:
Thou the Christ and no the creed;
Thou the Truth in thought and deed;
Thou the water the bread and the wine,
Thou the water the bread and the wine.

Words by Mary Baker Eddy from the Christian Science Hymnal, used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection

HE’S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HAND

Lyrics: Traditional American Spiritual
Arrangement: Margaret Bonds

He’s got the whole world in His hand,
He’s got the whole world in His hand,
He’s got the whole world in His hand,
He’s got the whole world in His hand.

He’s got the woods and the waters in His hand,
He’s got the woods and the waters in His hand,
He’s got the sun and the moon right in His hand,
He’s got the whole world in His hand.

He’s got the birds and the bees tight in His hand,
He’s got the birds and the bees right in His hand,
He’s got the beasts of the field right in His hand,
He’s got the whole world in His hand.

He’s got you and me right in His hand,
He’s got you and me right in His hand,
He’s got everybody in His hand,
He’s got the whole world in His hand,
He’s got the whole world in His hand.