All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Hush, little baby, don't you cry
You know all men were born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

The river Jordan is muddy and cold
It chills the body yet warms the soul
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Too late, my brothers
Too late but never mourn
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

If freedom were a thing
That money could buy
The rich would live
And the poor would die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

All my trials, Lord, soon be over