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Upon my soul
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Be my staple and my stay
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Jesus help through each day
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as I walk this weary way
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upon my soul
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and when judgement falls to me
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through my saviour shall I be
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given peace eternally
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upon my soul
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upon my soul
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upon my free and joyous soul
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given peace eternally
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upon my soul
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Jesus shine your light on me
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shine with love and charity
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that I might help brothers see
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upon my soul
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For temptation let me ply
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be my wings, Lord, be my eyes
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guard me when old Satan's nigh
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upon my soul
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upon my soul
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upon my free and joyous soul
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guard me when old Satan's nigh
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upon my soul
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I shall fill each earhly day
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with the singing of his praise
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follow in his holy ways
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upon my soul
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and when I lay my troubles down
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on my brow he'll place a crown
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and the trumpets all shall sound
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upon my soul
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upon my soul
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upon my free and joyous soul
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and the trumpets all shall sound
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upon my soul
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Upon my soul
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| Townes Van Zandt |
