Sung by: W.P. Detherow
Recorded in Batesville, AR 8/29/59

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Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fixed my hopes upon.

Chorus: Oh turn, sinners, turn,
May the Lord help you turn.
Oh turn, sinners, turn,
Why will you die?

This is the way I long have thought
And mourned because I found it not.


I'll strike, I'll see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way 'til Him I view.


If you get there before I do,
Look out for me; I'm coming too.


(Mr. Detherow: "We used to have an old fellow by the name of Bob Bell. He was a tall old fellow, and he was a fine singer, and he'd get in there and extend the right hand of fellowship, and, boy, when he sang that, you could hear him for a mile.")

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