I was but a slave

But now I am free

Thy spirit was as dry a desert

Now it roars like a sea

I was poor, as poor can be

Now I live in a mansion

It is all as I believed

When you get here

We will go on a walk with Jesus

Just him, you and me

I’ll see you then my friend

On your golden jubilee

- M.T. Hubbard-Bright