Hebrew Children

 

 

Where, oh where are the Hebrew children?

Where, oh where are the Hebrew children?

Where, oh where are the Hebrew children?

Save over in the promised land.

Though the furnace flame around them,

God will in their troubles found them,

he with love and mercy round them,

save over in the promised land.

 

Where, oh where are the twelve apostels?

Where, oh where are the twelve apostels?

Where, oh where are the twelve apostels?

Save over in the promised land.

They went through pain and sighting,

scoffing, scourging, crucifying,

nobly for their masters dying,

save over in the promised land.

 

Where, oh where are the holy christians?

Where, oh where are the holy christians?

Where, oh where are the holy christians?

Save over in the promised land.

THose who've washed their roben and made them,

white and spotless, pure and laid them,

where no earthly stain can fade them,

safe over in the promised land.

 

Where, oh where are the good old patriarchs?

Where, oh where are the good old patriarchs?

Where, oh where are the good old patriarchs?

Save over in the promised land.

By and by we will go to meet them,

by and by we will go to meet them,

by and by we will go to meet them,

save over in the promised land.