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Michael, row the boat
ashore, Alleluia,
Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia.
Jordan's River is chilly
and cold, Alleluia,
Kills the body but not the soul, Alleluia.
Jordan's River is deep
and wide, Alleluia,
Meet my mother on the other side, Alleluia.
Gabriel, blow the trumpet
horn, Alleluia,
Blow the trumpet loud and long, Alleluia.
Brother, lend a helping
hand, Alleluia,
Brother, lend a helping hand, Alleluia.
Michael's boat's a gospel
boat, Alleluia,
Michael's boat's a gospel boat, Alleluia.
Michael, row the boat
ashore, Alleluia,
Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia.
Amazing grace, how sweet
the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found;
Was blind, but now I see
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fear relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
'Me hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
We have already come.
'Twas grace that brought us safe this far,
And grace will bring us home.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found;
Was blind, but now I see
This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears,
All nature sings and 'round me rings
The music of the spheres
This is my Father's world.
I rest me in the thought,
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas,
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world. The birds their carols raise;
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Father's world.
He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.
Softly falls the light of
day,
As our campfire fades away.
Silently, each Scout should ask,
"Have I done my daily task?"
"Have I cared and have I tried,
Can I guiltless sleep tonight?
Have I done and have I dared,
Every thing to be prepared?"
Kum ba ya, My Lord, Kum ba
ya.
Kum ba ya, My Lord, Kum ba ya.
Kum ba ya, My Lord, Kum ba ya.
Oh Lord, Kum ba ya.
Some one's crying Lord, Kum ba ya.
Some one's laughing Lord, Kum ba ya.
Some one's shouting Lord, Kum ba ya.
Some one's praying Lord, Kum ba ya.
Kum ba ya, My Lord Kum ba ya.
Kum-ba-yah my Lord, Kum-ba-yah
Kum-ba-yah my Lord, Kum-ba-yah
Kum-ba-yah my Lord, Kum-ba-yah
O, Lord, Kum-ba-yah.
A Scout's trustworthy
Lord, Kum-ba-yah,
A Scout is loyal, Lord, Kum-ba-yah,
A Scout is helpful, Lord, Kum-ba-yah,
O, Lord, Kum-ba-yah.
A Scout is friendly,
Lord, Kum-ba-yah,
A Scout is courteous, Lord, Kum-ba-yah,
A Scout is kind, Lord, Kum-ba-yah,
O, Lord, Kum-ba-yah.
A Scout's obedient, Lord,
Kum-ba-yah,
A Scout is cheerful, Lord, Kum-ba-yah,
A Scout is thrifty, Lord, Kum-ba-yah,
O, Lord, Kum-ba-yah.
A Scout is brave, Lord,
Kum-ba-yah
A Scout is clean, Lord, Kum-ba-yah
A Scout is reverent, Lord, Kum-ba-yah
O, Lord, Kum-ba-yah.
Kum-ba-yah my Lord, Kum-ba-yah
Kum-ba-yah my Lord, Kum-ba-yah
Kum-ba-yah my Lord, Kum-ba-yah
O, Lord, Kum-ba-yah.
God Bless America, land that
I love
Stand beside her, and guide her,
Through the night with the light from above,
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the ocean, white with foam,
God bless America, my home sweet home.
God bless America, my home sweet home.
Let there be peace on earth,
and let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on earth, the peace that was meant to be.
With God as our Father, brothers all are we.
Let me walk with my brother in perfect harmony.
Let peace begin with me, let this be the moment now.
With every step I take, let this be my solemn vow:
To take each moment and live each moment in peace eternally!
Let there be peace on earth
and let it begin with me.
For the Beauty of the Earth,
For the Beauty of the skies
For the love which from our birth, over and around us lies
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the wonder of each hour, of the day and of the night
Hill and vale, tree and flower, sun and moon and stars of light
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the joy of ear and eye, For the heart and mind's delight
For the mystic harmony linking sense to sound and sight
Lord of all to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise
Morning has broken, Like
the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken, Like the first bird,
Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing fresh from the word.
Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness Where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with elation, Praise every morning,
God's recreation of the new day!
O beautiful for spacious
skies
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea!
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