| Steal away, steal away
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| Steal away to Jesus
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| Steal away, steal away home
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| I ain’t got long to stay here
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| I was walkin' in Savannah, passed the church decayed and dimed
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| When there’s slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn
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| And a sympathy awakened an' a wonder quickly grew
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| Till I found myself seat in a little negro pew
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| Out at front a young couple sat in sorrow, nearly wild
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| And on the altar was a coffin and in the coffin lay a child
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| Rows of sad old negro preacher at his little wooden desk
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| With a manner grandly awkward with the countless grotesque
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| And he said now don’t be weepin' for this little bit of clay
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| For the little boy who lived there he done gone and run away
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| He’s was doin' very finely and he appreciated your love
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| But it’s sure enough father want him in the large house up above
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| Now he didn’t give you that baby by a hundred thousand miles
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| He just think you need some sunshine and he lend it for awhile
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| He let you keep and love it till your hearts were bigger grown
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| And these silver tears you have shed that’s just interest on the loan
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| So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with Jesus rest
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| And don’t go criticizein' no one the one that knows the best
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| He gives us many comforts he’s ever right to take away
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| To the Lord be praised in glory now and ever, let us pray
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| My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder
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| The trumpet sounds within my soul
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| I ain’t got long to stay here |