Destiny is real and she comes with a smile
Passing by your grave
Reach the plague
Black plague
In this city that never sleeps and wakes up swinging
We will paint the rivers red, it's fate
Because they sing the same songs, and they just keep singing
But up above every storm is the day
(shake hands with fate, and with fate shake hands)
(enter Sacred Harp Singers)
How happy is every child of grace
Who feels his sins forgiven
This world, he cries, is not my place
I seek a place in heaven
A country far from mortal sight
Yet, oh, by faith I see
The land of rest, the saint's delight
A heaven prepared for me
Oh, what a blessed hope is ours
While here on earth we stay
We more than taste the heavenly powers
And antedate that day
We feel the resurrection near
Our life in Christ concealed
And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled