All my trials Lord, soon be over.
Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Too late my brothers, too late, but never mind.
All my trials Lord, soon be over.

I had a little book was given to me,
And every page spelled Liberty.
All my trials Lord, soon be over.

If religion were a thing that money could buy,
The rich would live and the poor would die.
All my trials Lord, soon be over.

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

There is a tree in Paradise
The Pilgrims call it "The Tree Of Life"
All my trials Lord, soon be over.

Too late my brothers, too late, but never mind.
All my trials Lord, soon be over.
All my trials Lord, soon be over.