Oh, the prayer of death Oh Lord, oh, oh, oh, Lordy I know you been calling him Yes, the wages of sin are death The gift of God, eternal life Mmm, Lordy. He said: "You're a rock in a weary land A shelter in the time of storm" Mmmm, okay, amen Then all of them get to moaning: "Lord have mercy" Oh, won't you save me, Lord Ever since my mother been dead Ever since my mother been dead Ever since my mother been dead Trouble been rolling all over my head I've been 'buked and I've been scorned I've been 'buked and I've been scorned I've been 'buked and I've been scorned, good Lord I've been talked about, sure as you born I've been 'buked and I've been scorned I've been 'buked and I've been scorned I've been 'buked and I've been scorned I've been talked about, sure as you born Oh, hold to God's unchanging hand Hold to God's unchanging hand Build your hopes on things eternal Hold to God's unchanging hand Wont you hold to God's unchanging hand Hold to God's unchanging hand Build your hopes on things eternal Hold to God's unchanging hand