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Anybody Here/Is There Anybody Here That Loves my Jesus
Traditional Old-Time Spiritual;
ARTIST: From Old Plantation Hymns by William Eleazar Barton (Boston, etc.: Lamson, Wolffe and Company, 1899)
CATEGORY: Traditional and Public Domain Gospel
DATE: 1800s; Old Plantation Hymns by William Eleazar Barton (Boston, etc.: Lamson, Wolffe and Company, 1899
Robert Sims:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1j9MOt63E54
RECORDING INFO: Anybody Here/Is There Anybody Here That Loves my Jesus
Haddon, Damita & Deitrick Is There Anybody Here
Barton, William Eleazar/ Old Plantation Hymns by (Boston, etc.: Lamson, Wolffe and Company, 1899)
Work, John W. / American Negro Songs and Spirituals, Dover, Bk (1998/1940), p206
James, Viola; and Congregation. Sounds of the South, Atlantic 7-82496-2, CD( (1993), trk# 1.10 [1959/07ca]
Thorpe, Dwayne. Come and Keep Me Company, Minstrel JD-209, LP (1981), trk# A.02
OTHER NAMES: "Is There Anybody Here," "Is There Anybody Here That Loves my Jesus"
SOURCES: Folk Index;
NOTES: "Anybody Here" better known as "Is There Anybody Here" is a traditional spiritual first appearing in Old Plantation Hymns by William Eleazar Barton (Boston, etc.: Lamson, Wolffe and Company, 1899). Barton says the melody is Scotch and compares it to "Within A Mile Of Edinboro Town." Robert Sims does a traditional version on youtube and Damita & Deitrick Haddon's version titled "Is There Anybody Here," is an ubeat modern version.
ANYBODY HERE? Old Plantation Hymns by William Eleazar Barton (Boston, etc.: Lamson, Wolffe and Company, 1899
CHORUS: Is there anybody here who loves my Jesus?
Anybody here who loves my Lord?
Oh I want to know if you love my Jesus
Oh I want to know of you love my Lord.
VERSE: The angel's wings were tipped with gold,
That bro't salvation to my soul.
VERSE: What kind of shoes do you wear,
That you can walk on the air?
This world is a wilderness of woe
Let us all to glory go
I do believe without a doubt,
A Christian has a right to shout.
Religion is a blooming rose
And none but them that feel it know
You say you're aiming for the skies,
Why don't you stop your telling lies.
When ev’ry star refuse to shine
I know King Jesus will be mine.
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