Je - hoviah, Hal-le - lu-jah, De Lord is per-wide,* Je - hoviah, Hal-le birdies have-a nest, De Son of Man he dunnot where to lay de weary head. Hur-ry* on, my weary soul, And I yearde from heaven to. - day, Hur-ry on, my weary soul, And I yearde from heaven to day. 1. My sin is for given and my soul set free, And I yearde from heaven to day, My sin is for given, and my 4. BLOW YOUR TRUMPET, GABRIEL. 2d time. 4 1. De talles' tree in Paradise, De Chris-tian call de tree of life; And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Je-ru- -sa-lem. Blow your trumpet, Gabriel, Blow louder, louder; And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Je-rusalem. [This hymn is sung in Virginia in nearly the same form. The following minor variation is given by Mrs. Bowen, as heard by her in Charleston, some twenty-five years ago:] Paul and Si- las, bound in jail, Christians pray both b. night and day, And I hope dat trump might blow me home To my new Je-ru-sa-lem. So blow de trumpet, Gabriel, Blow de trumpet louder, And I hope dat trump might blow me home To my new Jeru-sa- lem. Praise, member,* praise God, I praise my Lord until I die; Praise, member, praise God, †And reach de heaven -ly home. ‡ 1. Jor-dan's bank § is a good old bank, And I hain't but one more riv-er to cross; I want some valiant sol-dier To help me bear the cross. 2 O soldier's fight is a good old fight, And I hain't, &c. 3 0 I look to de East, and I look to de West. 4 0 I wheel to de right, and I wheel to de left. • Believer. † Religion so sweet. + Shore. § Stream, Fight. [The last verse is varied in several different ways; Col. Higginson gives, "There's a hill on my leff, an' he catch on my right," and says, "I could get no explanation of this last riddle, except, 'Dat mean, if you go on de leff, you go to 'struction, and if you go on de right, go to God, for sure."" Miss Forten gives, "I hop on my right an' I catch on my leff," and supposes "that some peculiar motion of the body formed the original accompaniment of the song, but has now fallen into disuse." Lt. Col. Trowbridge heard this hymn sung among the colored people of Brooklyn, N. Y., several years ago.] 6. WRESTLE ON, JACOB. 1. I hold my brudder* wid a tremblin' han', De Lord will bless my soul. † Wrastl' on, Ja-cob, Jacob, day is a- breakin', My sister, Brudder Jacky, All de member. † 1 would not let him go. Wrastl' on, Jacob, Oh he would not let him go. 2 I will not let you go, my Lord. 3 Fisherman Peter out at sea. 4 He cast † all night and he cast † all day. 5 He catch no fish, but he ‡ catch some soul. 6 Jacob hang from a tremblin' limb. * Lord I. ↑ Fish. + I. [This is also sung in Maryland and Virginia, in a slightly modified form. A Virginia verse is, 7. I looked to the East at the breaking of the day, THE LONESOME VALLEY. Var. My brudder, *want to get re-li-gion? Go down in de lonesome valley, etc. 1. Go down in de lonesome val-ley, Go down in de lonesome valley,my Lord; Go down in de lonesome valley, To meet my Je-xus dere. 4 And Mary and Marta read 'em. * Sister Katy, etc. ["De valley,' and' de lonesome valley' were familiar words in their religious experience. To descend into that region implied the same process with the anxious-seat' of the camp-meeting. When a young girl was supposed to enter it, she bound a handkerchief by a peculiar knot over her head. and made it a point of honor not to change a single garment till the day of her baptism, so that she was sure of being in physical readiness for the cleansing rite, whatever her spiritual mood might be. More than once, in noticing a damsel +hus mystically kerchiefed, I have asked some dusky attendant its meaning. and have received the unfailing answer, framed with their usual indifference to the genders of pronouns,-' He in de lonesome valley, sa.'"-Col. Higginson.] 1. Dere's room e-nough, Room enough, Room enough in de heaven, my Lord;* Room enough, Room enough, I can't stay be-hind. 2 I been all around, I been all around, 3 I've searched every room-in de Heaven, my Lord. † 4 De angels singin'‡—all round de trone. 5 My Fader call-and I must go. 6 Sto-back, § member; sto-back, member. For you. † And Heaven all around. ‡ Crowned. "Sto-back" means "Shout backwards." [This "shout" is very widely spread, and variously sung. In Charleston it is simpler in its movement, and the refrain is "I can't stay away." In Edgefield it is expostulating: "Don't stay away, my mudder." Col. Higginson gives the following version, as sung in his regiment: "O, my mudder is gone! my mudder is gone! I can't stay behind! Dere 's room in dar, room in dar. Room in dar, in de heaven, my Lord! I can't stay behind. Can't stay behind, my dear, I can't stay behind! "O, my fader is gone! &c. "O, de angels are gone! &c "O, I 'se been on de road! I 'se been on de road! I 'se been on de road into heaven, my Lord! I can't stay behind! O, room in dar, room in dar, Room in dar, in de heaven, my Lord! I can't stay behind!" |