Hymn 43 Lyrics

Oh, Father, high in Heaven
Smile down upon Your son
He's busy with his money games
His women and his gun

Oh, Jesus, save me

And the unsung Western hero
He killed an Indian or three
And then he made his name in Hollywood
To set the white man free

Oh, Jesus save me

If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory, glory seekers
Who use His name in death

Oh, Jesus save me

If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory, glory seekers
Who use His name in death

Yeah, oh, Jesus save me

Well, I saw Him in the city
And on the mountains of the moon
His cross was rather bloody
He could hardly roll His stone

Oh, Jesus save me