Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 34

On the Sea of Life
Sung by Doyle Lawson and Quicksilver, Mr. Lawson has roots in Hancock County, East Tennessee



    On The Sea of Life    We are on the sea of life
Sailing to a better home
Where the saved of all the earth shall abide
Leaving all our trials here
Many pleasures wait us there
When we cross the foam and reach the other side

We are (Sailing on) sailing onward, sailing , sailing o'er the foam
We are talking to the captain as the angry billows hum
Soon yes (Sailing to) soon we'll reach the harbor and we're safely o'er the tide
We are going onward to the other side

Many millions now abide
In that home beyond the tide
Where the reassumed pilgrims wade free from care
There is room on board for all
Who will heed the captain's call
And take ship for Heaven's country bright and fair

We are (Sailing on) sailing onward, sailing , sailing o'er the foam
We are talking to the captain as the angry billows hum
Soon yes (Sailing to) soon we'll reach the harbor and we're safely o'er the tide
We are going onward to the other side

We are (Sailing on) sailing onward, sailing , sailing o'er the foam
We are talking to the captain as the angry billows hum
Soon yes (Sailing to) soon we'll reach the harbor and we're safely o'er the tide
We are going onward to the other side

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 1

I thought I’d start posting a different Mountain Gospel Music video each Sunday morning. I hope this might be a blessing to someone.

So to kick it off, here is a video of Sneedville, Hancock County, Tennessee native Jimmy Martin singing 'When the Savior Reached Down His Hands for Me'.......

  When My Savior Reached Down   Once my soul was astray from the heavenly way
I was wretched and blind as could be
But my Savior in love gave me peace from above
When he reached down his hand for me

When the Savior reached down for me
When he reached down his hand for me
I was lost and undone without God or his Son
When he reached down his hand for me

How my heart does rejoice when I hear his sweet voice
In the tempest to him I can cling
There to lean on his arm safe secure from all harm
When he reached down his hand for me