When I was a leaner
I sought truth night and day.
I asked our Lord to help me
And he showed me the way.

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain:
that Jesus Christ is born

He made me a watchman
Upon the city wall,
and if I am a christian,
I am the least of all

Go, tell ...

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