Sunday, September 24, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 158

Waiting at the Gate sung by Ricky Skaggs and Kentucky Thunder

From the Album "Soldier of the Cross"



I'm waiting at the gate, looking for my ride
Soon to take me to my home on high
Angel bands a coming From the other side
I don't want to be late, I'm waiting at the gate.

I can hear the thunder, the time's at hand
Joy bells are ringing in the promised land
Jesus is a coming my soul to take
Yes, my Lord sees me waiting at the gate.

I'm a' leaving the world, no more to do
All of my work on earth is through
I've fought the fight, I've kept the faith
Well, I'm ready to go, I'm waiting at the gate.

I can hear the thunder, the time's at hand
Joy bells are ringing in the promised land
Jesus is a coming my soul to take
Yes, my Lord sees me waiting at the gate.

I can hear the thunder, the time's at hand
Joy bells are ringing in the promised land
Jesus is a coming my soul to take
Yes, my Lord sees me waiting at the gate
Yes, my Lord sees me waiting at the gate
Yes, my Lord sees me......waiting at the gate........

Monday, September 11, 2017

IN MEMORY OF SEPTEMBER 11, 2001









American girls and American guys
We'll always stand up and salute
We'll always recognize
When we see Old Glory flying
There's a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our head

My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye but he flew a flag out in our yard
Until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free

Now this nation that I love has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin' in from somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the fourth of July

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shakin' her fist
And the Eagle will fly man, it's gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom start ringin' her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the Red,White and Blue

Justice will be served and the battle will rage
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
And you'll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your as*
It's the American way

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shakin' her fist
And the eagle will fly it's gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom start ringin' her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White and Blue

Oh oh of the Red, White and Blue
Oh oh of my Red, White and Blue



Songwriters: Toby Keith


Sunday, September 3, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 155

Turn Your Radio On

Sung by The Blue Sky Boys




Come and listen in to a radio station where the mighty hosts of Heaven sing
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on, turn your radio on
If you want to hear the songs of Zion coming from the land of in the spring
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on

Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and glory to share
Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low and listen to the Masters radio
Get in touch with God
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on

Listen to the songs of the fathers and mothers and the many friends gone on before
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on, turn your radio on, turn your radio on
Some eternal morning we shall meet them over on the Alleuia shore
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on

Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and glory share
Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low and listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on


Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and glory to share
Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low and listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on


Written by Albert E. Brumley Sr.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 154

Gathering Flowers for the Master's Bouquet

Sung by Kitty Wells




Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the buds and the flowers we love
Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way
Each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet.

Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet.

--- Instrumental ---

Loved ones are passing each day and each hour
Passing away as the life of a flower
But every bud and each blossom some day
Will bloom as the flowers in the Master's bouquet.

Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet.

--- Instrumental ---

Let us be faithful till life's work is done
Blooming with love till the reaper shall come
Then we'll be gathered together for age
Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet.

Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet...

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 153

There Ain't No Grave Gonna Hold My Body Down

Sung by Brother Claude Ely




There ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
When I hear that trumpet sound
Gonna get up outta the ground
’Cause there ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down

Well go down yonder Gabriel
Put your foot on the land an’ sea
But Gabriel don’t you blow your trumpet
Until you hear from me
Well, a-look way over yonder
See people dressed in white
I know it was God’s people
I seen they’re doin’ right
Well, I look way down the river
And what do you think I seen?
I seen a band of angels
They’s comin’ after me, ’cause

There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down,
There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down,
When I hear that trumpet sound
Gonna get up outta the ground
Cause there ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

Well, I’m goin’ to the river of Jordan
Bury my knees down in the sand
Gonna holler, “High hosannah!” ’
'Til I reach that promised land
Well, I looked way over yonder
And what do you think I seen?
I seen the band of angels
They’s comin’ after me
Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me
Well, meet me in the middle of the air
And, if them wings should fail me
They won’t be nary another pair, ’cause

There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down,
There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down,
When I hear that trumpet sound
Gonna get up outta the ground
Cause there ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 152

How Great Thou Art sung by Loretta Lynn

In Loving Memory of Billy A. Bunch, June 18, 1928-August 6, 2002




Oh 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 Savior, God, to Thee
How Great thou art
How Great thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How Great Thou art
How Great Thou art


And when I think of 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 Savior, God, to Thee
How Great thou art
How Great thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, 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
With humble adoration
And then proclaim My God
How great Thou art


Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How Great Thou art
How Great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How Great Thou art
How Great Thou art


How Great Thou art
How Great Thou art

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 151

Life Is Like a Mountain Railroad sung by Patsy Cline






Life is like a mountain railroad
With an engineer that's brave
We must make the run successful
From the cradle to the grave

Watch the curves, the fills, and tunnels
Never falter, never fail
Keep your hand upon the throttle
And your eyes upon the rail

Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In that great forevermore

Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In that great forevermore........Evermore.......

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 150

Jordan

sung by The Stanley Brothers and the Clinch Mountain Boys 1960



Oh come and as you tread life's journey
Take Jesus as your daily guide
Though you may feel pure and saintly
Without him walkin by your side

But when you come to make the crossing
At the ending of your pilgrim way
If you ever will need our Savior
You'll surely need him on that day

(Now look at that) cold Jordan
(Look at its) deep waters
(Look at that) wide river
Oh hear the mighty billows roll

(You better take) Jesus with you
(He's a) true companion
(For I'm) sure without him
That you never will make it o'er

That awful day of judgment
Is comin' in the by and by
We'll see our Lord descending
In Glory from on high

Oh let us keep in touch with Jesus
And in his precious love abide
We may be ever caught ready
When he calls us over Jordan's tide

(Now look at that) cold Jordan
(Look at its) deep waters
(Look at that) wide river
Oh, hear the mighty billows roll

(You better take) Jesus with you
(He's a) true companion
(For I'm) sure without him
That you never will make it o'er

(Oh what) oh what you gonna do
(Oh what) oh what you gonna say
(Oh how) oh how you gonna feel
When you come to the end of the way




Sunday, July 16, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 149

If We Forget God

Sung by the Louvin Brothers, Ira and Charlie




If we forget God, Satan will rule
If we forget God, our nation is doomed

The stories and pictures in most magazines
now feature new stylings unfit to be seen
They're placed on the news stand where children can buy
when they go wrong do we wonder why.

If we forget God, his mercy will flee
and sin will cover the land and the sea
If we forget God, Satan will rule
If we forget God our nation is doomed.

So many are climbing fame's golden hill
by singing of evil that gives this world a thrill
But I'll sing of Jesus and though they won't hear
God will bless me for doing his will.

If we forget God, his mercy will flee
and sin will cover the land and the sea
If we forget God, Satan will rule
If we forget God, our nation is doomed.


Sunday, July 9, 2017

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 148

I Heard My Savior Calling Me

Sung by Hank Williams, Sr.




I was a sinner traveling on
A weary road so far from home
But now sweet heaven is my all
Praise God, I heard my Savior call

I heard my Savior calling me
He saved my soul, He set me free
I know He'll never let me fall
Praise God, I heard my Savior call

I'm on my way to better land
And there I'll join that heavenly band
All through the ages I will sing
Hosanna is my heavenly King

I heard my Savior calling me
He saved my soul, He set me free
I know He'll never let me fall
Praise God, I heard my Savior call

On that great and final day
When Heaven and Earth shall pass away
I'll leave this sinful world below
When I hear that trumpet blow

I heard my Savior calling me
He saved my soul, He set me free
I know He'll never let me fall
Praise God, I heard my Savior call