Lyrics
Church, get ready
From slave ship, it's morning time
Championship, it's morning time
From the outhouse to the state house
To the courthouse to the White House
It's morning time
It's dark, hold on to your faith
Lazarus got up out the grave
It's dark, hold on to your faith
If I perish, let me perish
I fear no evil
It's dark, hold on to your faith
Lazarus got up out the grave
From slave ship to the championship
From the outhouse to the state house
To the courthouse to the White House
It's morning time
Yeah, though I walk
Through the valley and shadow of death
Every day of my life
I fear no evil