The Women Gather - MUSE - Cincinnati's Women's Choir

She was delivered by the grace of his hands Kindness, relentless, wired to be shared People stood awkwardly and gazed across the room She walked with such elegance in the places that she knew Flawlessness, contagious, compassionate, engagement In these hands I belong, in these hands you belong Foolish, segregation, scars deep beneath the skin Of the black man and the white man and everyone in between Forever sacred was the feminine, right down to the final hour When every baby to be taken was to be poisoned to be soured Bodies turning in their graves and spirits waiting to go home Disconnected from their holy place When the museum stole their bones Cry freedom, still bleeding, still waiting for a reason Throw these arms around the world Throw these arms around the world Through the eye of a needle we tried to move the stone So heavy from its history of shame and blood and bone Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Through the eye of a needle We tried to move the stone So heavy from its history Of shame and blood and bone

Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod, With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God? On the margin of the river, Washing up its silver spray, We will talk and worship ever, All the happy golden day. Yes, we'll gather at the river, Gather at the river We will gather at the river By the Throne of God Ere we reach the shining river, We lay every burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. At the smiling of the river, Mirror of the Savior's face, Saints, whom death will never sever, Lift their songs of saving grace. Yes, we'll gather at the river Gather at the river We will gather at the river By the throne of God Yes, we'll gather at the river Gather at the river We will gather at the river By the throne of God Soon we'll reach the silver river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy songs will quiver With the melody of peace. Ooooh

Ma linn a Ki nu taa mun Irr u sill ua ta moon Na ru lu na kii Naa lag ni su na qsu tin Kah ee li so tee Gee seev see Sua pa yaaq su na Ka niq sig Pak is i gin Tau tuuv (at-lan) Sa gni (at-lan at-lan) et-qin irr a kkun (et-qin) Ma linn a Ki nu taa mun Il i sa gvik sra mun (sra mun) Il i saa qa gvik Nau vik sra qa quiak tu tin At laua iaq tu tin At a ra mik Si vuu qqan At a ra mik Pi ga ni gaa (At a ra huu. . . Pi ga ni) Sua pa yaaq su na Ka niq sig Pak is i gin Tau tuuv (at-lan) Sa gni (at-lan at-lan) et-qin irr a kkun (et-qin)