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During the last days Gramps would lay in bed and listen to his favorite kind of music.
I managed to remember a few of the songs and found the lyrics. Enjoy..they brought a tear to my eye....


Amazing Grace

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,    
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.


T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.


Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.


The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.

When we've been here a thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.


"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,    
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

 

Precious Memories

As I travel down life's pathway
Knowing not what the years may hold
As I ponder hopes grow fonder
Precious memories flood my soul

Precious Memories how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold

Precious father loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes from my childhood
In fond memory appear


How Great Thou Art

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.


Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!


When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.


Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!


And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.


Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!


When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"


Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!





Will The Circle Be Unbroken

There are loved ones in the glory,
Whose dear forms you often miss;
When you close your earthly story,
Will you join them in their bliss?


Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
In a better home waiting
In the sky, in the sky?


In the joyous days of childhood,
Oft they told of wondrous love,
Pointed to the dying Saviour
Now they dwell with Him above.


Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
In a better home waiting
In the sky, in the sky?


You can picture happy gatherings
Round the fireside long ago,
And you think of tearful partings,
When they left you here below.


Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
In a better home waiting
In the sky, in the sky?


One by one their seats were emptied,
One by one they went away;
Here the circle has been broken.
Will it be complete one day?


Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
In a better home waiting
In the sky, in the sky?


Give Me That Old Time Religion

Give me that old time religion
Tis the old time religion,
Tis the old time religion,
And it's good enough for me.


It was good for our mothers.
It was good for our mothers.
It was good for our mothers.
And it's good enough for me.


Give me that old time religion
Tis the old time religion,
Tis the old time religion,
And it's good enough for me.


Makes me love everybody.
Makes me love everybody.
Makes me love everybody.
And it's good enough for me.


Give me that old time religion
Tis the old time religion,
Tis the old time religion,
And it's good enough for me.


It has saved our fathers.
It has saved our fathers.
It has saved our fathers.
And it's good enough for me.


Give me that old time religion
Tis the old time religion,
Tis the old time religion,
And it's good enough for me.


It will do when I am dying.
It will do when I am dying.
It will do when I am dying.
And it's good enough for me.


Give me that old time religion
Tis the old time religion,
Tis the old time religion,
And it's good enough for me.


It will take us all to heaven.
It will take us all to heaven.
It will take us all to heaven.
And it's good enough for me.


Give me that old time religion
Tis the old time religion,
Tis the old time religion,
And it's good enough for me.


May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You

May the good Lord bless you and keep you,
Whether near or far away,
May you find that long awaited golden day today.
May your troubles all be small ones,
And your fortunes ten times ten,
May the good Lord bless and keep you,
Till we meet again.
May you walk with sunlight shining,
And a bluebird in every tree,
May there be a silver lining,
Back of every cloud you see,
Will you dream of sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what might have been,
May the good lord bless and keep you,
Till we meet again.
May you walk with sunlight shining,
And a bluebird in every tree,
May there be a silver lining,
Back of every cloud you see,
Will you dream of sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what might have been,
May the good lord bless and keep you,
Till we meet again.
May the good lord bless and keep you,
Till we meet, till we meet again.

WRECK OF THE OLD '97

They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time
This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven
You must put her in Spencer on time"

Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman
"Just shovel in a little more coal
And when we cross that white oak mountain
You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
In a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade where he lost his airbrakes
So you see what a jump he made

He was goin' down grade makin' ninety miles an hour
And his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle
And scalded to death by the steam

Now, ladies, you must all take warning
From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
He may leave you and never return