The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
There's a place I am told
A home of the soul
Where no tears shall ever be known
It's a city, a city so fair
That no lights are needed there
To burn on the streets of pure gold
Soul's harbor
A Heaven for storm tossed souls
Soul's harbor
More precious than all Earth's gold
So make Jesus your choice
In Him do rejoice
Find peace and rest in soul's harbor
In the sweet by and by
From His home up in the sky
The Master will call me to go
Then I'll anchor, I'll anchor my soul
And His love I'll behold
My ship, safe at last in soul's harbor