Joshua Fit The Battle

Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
And the walls come tumblin' down

God knows it
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
And the walls come tumblin' down

Good mornin' sister Mary
Good mornin' brother John
Well I wanna stop and talk with you
And tell you how I come along

I know you've heard about Joshua
He was the son of Nun
He never stopped his work until
Until the work was done

God knows it
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
And the walls come tumblin' down

You may talk about your men of Gideon
You may brag about your men of Saul
There's none like good old Joshua
At the battle of Jericho

Up to the walls of Jericho
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram horns, Joshua cried
'Cause the battle is in my hands

God knows it
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
And the walls come tumblin' down

You may talk about your men of Gideon
You may brag about your king of Saul
There's none like Joshua
At the battle of Jericho

They tell me, great God that Joshua's spear
Was well nigh twelve feet long
And upon his hip was a double edged sword
And his mouth was a gospel horn

Yet bold and brave he stood
Salvation in his hand
"Go blow them ram horns" Joshua cried
"'Cause the devil can't do you no harm"

God knows it
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
And the walls come tumblin' down

Up to the walls of Jericho
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram horns, Joshua cried
'Cause the battle is in my hands

Then the lamb ram sheep horns began to blow
The trumpets began to sound
Old Joshua shouted "Glory"
And the walls come tumblin' down

God knows it
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle 'round Jericho
And the walls come tumblin' down

Up to the walls of Jericho
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram horns, Joshua cried
'Cause the battle is in my hands

(Down, down, down, down) down
Tumblin' down

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