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I'm so glad trouble don't last always,
O my Lord, O my Lord, what shall I do?

Christ tol' the blin' man to go to the pool and bathe,
O my Lord, O my Lord, what shall I do?

Christ tol' Nicodemus, He mu' be born again,
O my Lord, O my Lord, what shall I do?
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