Bound for Glory // Opening
arr. Woody Guthrie
(D) This train is bound for glory, this train. (2x) (A7)
(D)This train is bound for glory,
(G) Don’t carry nothing but the righteous and the holy.
(D) This train is bound (A7) for glory, this train (D).
This train don’t carry no gamblers, this train; (2x)
This train don’t carry no gamblers,
Liars, thieves, nor big shot ramblers,
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don’t carry no liars, this train; (2x)
This train don’t carry no liars,
She’s streamlined and a midnight flyer,
This train don’t carry no liars, this train.
This train don’t carry no smokers, this train; (2x)
This train don’t carry no smokers,
Two bit liars, small time jokers,
This train don’t carry no smokers, this train.
This train don’t carry no con men, this train; (2x)
This train don’t carry no con men,
No wheeler dealers, here and gone men,
This train don’t carry no con men, this train.
This train don’t carry no rustlers, this train; (2x)
This train don’t carry no rustlers,
Sidestreet walkers, two bit hustlers,
This train is bound for glory, this train.
Would you Recognize Jesus? // Between the Readings
The Statler Brothers
(G) If you’ve never fed the hungry, or given (C) clothes to the (G) poor,
If you’ve never helped a stranger who came (A7) knocking on your (D) door,
If you (G) forgot to send some flowers to a (C) sick and shut-in (G) friend,
well if you ain’t helping none of these, then (D) you ain’t helping (G) Him.
If you’ve ever seen some children, playing ball behind a school,
If you’ve ever watched an old man, plowing ground behind a mule,
If you’ve ever stopped and listened, when you could not hear a sound,
then brother you have met Him, because Jesus gets around.
Would you (G)recognize (C) Jesus if you (G) met Him face to face?
or would you wonder if He’s just another (A7) one you could not (D) place?
You may not (G) find Him (C) coming in a (G) chariot of the Lord,
Jesus could be riding in a (D7) “49 (G) Ford.
You can find Him in your Momma’s eyes, or in your Daddy’s face,
You can find He’s always there to help you win the human race,
You can find Him in the mountains, downtown, or by the sea,
And brother, here’s hoping someone can find him, and you and me.
Would you recognize Jesus if you met Him face to face?
or would you wonder if He’s just another one you could not place?
You may not find Him coming in a chariot of the Lord, Jesus could be riding in a “49 Ford
Would you recognize Jesus if you met Him face to face?
or would you wonder if He’s just another one you could not place?
You may not find Him coming in a chariot of the Lord, Jesus could be riding in a “49 Ford
God’s Promise // Offertory
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Ellis Paul
I didn’t promise you skies painted blue
Not all colored flowers all your days through
I didn’t promise you, sun with no rain
Joys without sorrows, peace without pain.
All that I promise is strength for this day,
Rest for my worker, and light on your way.
I give you truth when you need it, my help from above,
Undying friendship, my unfailing love.
I never did promise you crowns without trials,
Food with no hard sweat, your tears without smiles,
Hot sunny days without cold wintry snows,
No vict’ry without fightin’, no laughs without woes.
All that I promise is strength for this day,
Rest for my, worker, my light on your way,
I give you truth when you need it, my help from above,
Undying friendship, my unfailing love.
I sure didn’t say I’d give you heaven on earth,
A life with no labor no struggles no deaths,
No earthquakes no dryspells, no fire flames no droughts,
No slaving no hungers, no blizzards no blights.
All that I promise is strength for this day,
Rest for my worker, my light on your way,
I give you truth when you need it, my help from above,
Undying friendship, my unfailing love.
I promise you power, this minute this hour,
The power you need when you fall down to bleed,
I give you my peace, and my strength to pull home
My love for all races all creeds and all kinds.
My flavors my saviors my creeds of all kinds,
My love for my saviors, all colors all kinds,
My love for my races all creeders all kinds,
My saviors my flavors my dancers all kinds,
My dancers my prancers my singers all kinds,
My flavors my saviors my dancers all kinds.
When He Offers His Hand // Communion
Townes Van Zandt
Chorus:
When he offers his hand
Don’t you turn him away
He can lead you to light
Through the darkest of days
With his love wrapped around you
You can’t go astray
When he offers his hand
Don’t you turn him away
Verse:
In a world full of sorrow
A world full of hate
You can’t wait for tomorrow
’cause tomorrow’s to late
Come and stand amongst the pilgrims
In their golden array
When he offers his hand
Don’t you turn him away
Chorus
Verse:
I am no simon,
No matthew, no paul
It don’t take an apostle
To answer his call
And it don’t take a prophet
To stand up and say
When he offers his hand
Don’t you turn him away
Chorus
Verse:
I hope as I’m leavin’
My message is clear
It’s a fool that would turn down
A gift that’s so dear
When he offers his blood
Your debts to repay
Now he offers his hand
Don’t you turn him away
Chorus
This Land is Your Land // Closing
Woody Guthrie
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley: I said
This land was made for you and me.
I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
Was a high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said: Private Property,
But on the back side it didn’t say nothing —
This land was made for you and Me.
When the sun come shining, then I was strolling
In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling;
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:
This Land was made for you and me
One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
By the Relief Office I saw my people —
As they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if
This land was made for you and me
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
