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Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen

Nobody knows but Jesus

Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen

Glory hallelujah!

“I knew Hiram from the day he was born!” cried the preacher “I loved him like a father loves his son!”

“Yes, you did!” shouted an old lady in the front row

“Tell it, brother!”

“Amen!”

“I carried the baby Hiram to the river,” the preacher went on, “and I dipped hiht, I held him under the water of Jesus until he was baptized, and he co, and then he was lifted up in the Holy Spirit and the everlasting light of Jesus—”

“That’s right, Rev!”

“—so that no ht befall him as he walked the earth, he would always have the Lord Jesus Christ walking right there by his side!”

“Say it, brother!”

“Now, children,” the preacher said with a sudden lowering of his tone, “we knohat happened to our son and brother Hiram Cross! We know!”

“Hep us, Jesus!”

“The white man done come for Hiram, done took him and killed him,” the preacher called