Lead Me To The Rock


Mmmm…lead me, my Lord.

I wonder what my mother want to stay here for?
Well this old world ain’t no friend to her.

Well you can dig-uh my grave about ten feet deep
And you can make-uh my grave about four feet wide
And you can bury my body on solid rock
And you can lead
Oh, Lord!
Why don’t you lead me to that racial rock, higher and higher?

I wonder what old Satan keeps a-grumblin’ about?
Well, he’s chained in Hell and he can’t come out.


Well, some come cripple and some come lame.
Well, some come limpin’ in my Jesus’ name.

CHORUS (Improvisation)