And Shot Each Other Songtext

Passing by your grave

Reach the plague

Black plague



In this city that never sleeps and wakes up swinging

We will paint the rivers red, it's fate

Because they sing the same songs, and they just keep singing

But up above every storm is the day

(shake hands with fate, and with fate shake hands)


(enter Sacred Harp Singers)



How happy is every child of grace

Who feels his sins forgiven

This world, he cries, is not my place

I seek a place in heaven



A country far from mortal sight

Yet, oh, by faith I see

The land of rest, the saint's delight

A heaven prepared for me



Oh, what a blessed hope is ours

While here on earth we stay

We more than taste the heavenly powers

And antedate that day



We feel the resurrection near

Our life in Christ concealed

And with his glorious presence here

Our earthen vessels filled