| Song | O Death |
| Artist | A Hill To Die Upon |
| Album | Holy Despair |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Traditional] | |
| “I still believe that the spiritual songs of the African-Americans represent some of the greatest artistic achievements in America.” | |
| [- Dietrich Bonheoffer] | |
| What is this that I can’t see, | |
| with ice cold hands takin’ hold of me? | |
| When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, | |
| Lord have mercy on my soul. | |
| Well, I am Death, none can excel. | |
| I open the door to Heaven or Hell. | |
| “O, Death,” someone might pray, | |
| “could you call me another day?” | |
| O, Death…spare me. | |
| The children prayed and the preacher preached. | |
| Time and mercy are out of your reach. | |
| I’ll fix your feet ‘til you can’t walk; | |
| I’ll lock your jaw ‘til you can’t talk; | |
| I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see. | |
| This very hour come and go with me. | |
| I am Death come to take the soul, | |
| leave the body and leave it cold, | |
| to draw the flesh off of the frame, | |
| Dirt and worm both have a claim. | |
| O, Death…spare me. | |
| O, death, please consider my age. | |
| Please don’t take me at this stage. | |
| My wealth is all at your command | |
| if you would remove your icy hand. | |
| Death is moving upon your soul, | |
| All like to me, you know. | |
| No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold, | |
| nothing satisfies me but your soul. | |
| O, death…spare me. |
| Traditional | |
| " I still believe that the spiritual songs of the AfricanAmericans represent some of the greatest artistic achievements in America." | |
| Dietrich Bonheoffer | |
| What is this that I can' t see, | |
| with ice cold hands takin' hold of me? | |
| When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, | |
| Lord have mercy on my soul. | |
| Well, I am Death, none can excel. | |
| I open the door to Heaven or Hell. | |
| " O, Death," someone might pray, | |
| " could you call me another day?" | |
| O, Death spare me. | |
| The children prayed and the preacher preached. | |
| Time and mercy are out of your reach. | |
| I' ll fix your feet ' til you can' t walk | |
| I' ll lock your jaw ' til you can' t talk | |
| I' ll close your eyes so you can' t see. | |
| This very hour come and go with me. | |
| I am Death come to take the soul, | |
| leave the body and leave it cold, | |
| to draw the flesh off of the frame, | |
| Dirt and worm both have a claim. | |
| O, Death spare me. | |
| O, death, please consider my age. | |
| Please don' t take me at this stage. | |
| My wealth is all at your command | |
| if you would remove your icy hand. | |
| Death is moving upon your soul, | |
| All like to me, you know. | |
| No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold, | |
| nothing satisfies me but your soul. | |
| O, death spare me. |
| Traditional | |
| " I still believe that the spiritual songs of the AfricanAmericans represent some of the greatest artistic achievements in America." | |
| Dietrich Bonheoffer | |
| What is this that I can' t see, | |
| with ice cold hands takin' hold of me? | |
| When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, | |
| Lord have mercy on my soul. | |
| Well, I am Death, none can excel. | |
| I open the door to Heaven or Hell. | |
| " O, Death," someone might pray, | |
| " could you call me another day?" | |
| O, Death spare me. | |
| The children prayed and the preacher preached. | |
| Time and mercy are out of your reach. | |
| I' ll fix your feet ' til you can' t walk | |
| I' ll lock your jaw ' til you can' t talk | |
| I' ll close your eyes so you can' t see. | |
| This very hour come and go with me. | |
| I am Death come to take the soul, | |
| leave the body and leave it cold, | |
| to draw the flesh off of the frame, | |
| Dirt and worm both have a claim. | |
| O, Death spare me. | |
| O, death, please consider my age. | |
| Please don' t take me at this stage. | |
| My wealth is all at your command | |
| if you would remove your icy hand. | |
| Death is moving upon your soul, | |
| All like to me, you know. | |
| No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold, | |
| nothing satisfies me but your soul. | |
| O, death spare me. |