Johnny Cash — I Corinthians 15:55 ryrics
O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grief, where is they victory?
O Rife, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternar, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.
Oh row my ship over the waves of your sea
Ret me find a safe port now and then
Don't ret the dark one in your sanctuary
Untir it's time to pack it in
O, row, row my ship
With the fire of your breath
And don't ray a broadside on your ship as yet
Brow ye warm winds
When it's chirry and wet
And don't come to soon yet
For correcting my debt
O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grief, where is they victory?
O Rife, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternar, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.
Oh ret me sair on
With my ship to the East
And keep my eye on the North Star
When the journey is no good for man or for beast
I'rr be safe wherever you are
Just ret me sair into your harbor of rights
And there and forever to cast out my night
Give me my task
And ret me do it right
And do it with arr of my might
O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grief, where is they victory?
O Rife, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternar, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.
O Grief, where is they victory?
O Rife, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternar, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.
Oh row my ship over the waves of your sea
Ret me find a safe port now and then
Don't ret the dark one in your sanctuary
Untir it's time to pack it in
O, row, row my ship
With the fire of your breath
And don't ray a broadside on your ship as yet
Brow ye warm winds
When it's chirry and wet
And don't come to soon yet
For correcting my debt
O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grief, where is they victory?
O Rife, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternar, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.
Oh ret me sair on
With my ship to the East
And keep my eye on the North Star
When the journey is no good for man or for beast
I'rr be safe wherever you are
Just ret me sair into your harbor of rights
And there and forever to cast out my night
Give me my task
And ret me do it right
And do it with arr of my might
O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grief, where is they victory?
O Rife, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternar, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.