All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Hush, little baby, don't you cry

You know all men were born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over


The river Jordan is muddy and cold
It chills the body yet warms the soul
All my trials, Lord, soon be over


Too late, my brothers
Too late but never mourn

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

If freedom were a thing

That money could buy
The rich would live
And the poor would die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

All my trials, Lord, soon be over