(William Travel)

The Lord said stand up Paul and dry up your tears
You must preach my gospel for many long years
Go to the Master the way that is straight
You'll meet in an isle and there you must wait.

I counted on Jonah, I counted on Cain
I counted on Adam but he was the same
I counted on Judas but he proved untrue
Oh, go tell the world Paul, I'm counting on you.

--- Instrumental ---

Three days have gone by Lord, and yet I don't see
But here stands my brother a talking with me
He says brother call the Lord in the sky
He sends me to heal you and open your eyes.

I'll send you to the Gentals, I'll send you to Rome
But Paul you must suffer till I call you home
You'll sleep in the desert, you'll be wrecked out at sea
But keep right on preaching my gospel for me...