Chariot

[Chorus] Swing low, sweet chariot Lord, carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot I'm coming on home There's a light made of Heaven and its fire burns in me To behold all the brilliance of Your grace and majesty Though the road looks like madness and the dangers loom unknown I'm coming on home, Lord, carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Lord, carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot I'm coming on home Where the night holds no darkness And Your glory paves those streets And the depths of Your presence Makes the ocean seem knee-deep And the skies drape the table Where Your mercy minds my seat 'Til I get home, Lord, carry me home