When I was growing up, there was no finer soul and gospel singer than Mahalia Jackson, who died in 1972. She had a big voice, a smooth and rich big voice, and exquisite control of it; a rare combination of nuance and power that stirred a resonance in the listener that lingered long after her last note faded and the applause died. Another of her songs I remember is Down by the Riverside.
Again, thanks to a good friend who reminded me of Jackson.