All My Trials Lord

Note: Like many traditional spirituals and folk songs, words and verses change depending on the performer.


Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You know your mother 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.

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

I had a little book was given to me,
And every page spells liberty,
All my trials lord, soon be over.
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind,
All my trials lord, soon be over.

If living [religion] were a thing that money could buy,
The rich would live
and the poor would die.
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.


Traditional Bahamian Spiritual