IN DAT GREAT GITTIN-UP MORNIN
I M a gwine to tell you bout de comin ob de Saviour,
Fare you well, Fare you well,
Dere s a better day a-comin,
When my Lord speaks to his Fader,
Says, Fader, I m tired o bearin,
Tired o bearin for poor sinners:
O preachers, fold your Bibles;
Prayer-makers, pray no more,
For de last souls converted.
In dat great gittin-up Mornin,
Fare you well, Fare you well.
De Lord spoke to Gabriel:
Say, go look behind de altar,
Take down de silver trumpet,
Go down to de sea-side,
Place one foot on de dry land,
Place de oder on de sea,
Raise your hand to heaven,
Declare by your Maker,
Dat time shall be no longer,
In dat great gittin-up Mornin, etc.
Blow your trumpet, Gabriel.
Lord, how loud shall I blow it?
Blow it right calm and easy,
Do not alarm my people,
Tell dem to come to judgment,
In dat great gittin-up Mornin, etc.
Gabriel, blow your trumpet.
Lord, how loud shall I blow it?
Loud as seven peals of thunder,
Wake de sleepin nations.
Den you see poor sinner risin,
See de dry bones a creepin,
In dat great gittin-up Mornin, etc.
Den you see de world on fire,
You see de moon a bleedin,
See de stars a fallin,
See de elements meltin,
See de forked lightnin,
Hear de rumblin thunder.
Earth shall reel and totter,
Hell shall be uncapped,
De dragon shall be loosened.
Fare you well, poor sinner.
In dat great gittin-up Mornin,
Fare you well, Fare you well.
STARS BEGIN TO FALL
I TINK I hear my brudder say,
Call de nation great and small;
I lookee on de Gods right hand
When de stars begin to fall.
Oh, what a mournin, sister,
Oh, what a mournin, brudder,
Oh, what a mournin,
When de stars begin to fall!
ROLL, JORDAN, ROLL
MY brudder sittin on de tree of life
An he yearde when Jordan roll.
Roll, Jordan,
Roll, Jordan,
Roll, Jordan, roll!
O march de angel march;
O my soul arise in Heaven, Lord,
For to yearde when Jordan roll.
Little chilen, learn to fear de Lord,
And let your days be long.
Roll, Jordan, etc.
O let no false nor spiteful word
Be found upon your tongue.
Roll, Jordan, etc.
SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT
OH de good ole chariot swing so low,
I dont want to leave me behind.
O swing low, sweet chariot,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
I dont want to leave me behind.
Oh, de good ole chariot will take us all home,
I dont want to leave me behind.
Swing low, sweet chariot, etc.
BRIGHT SPARKLES IN DE CHURCHYARD
MAY de LordHe will be glad of me
In de heaven He ll rejoice.
In de heaven, once,
In de heaven, twice,
In de heaven He ll rejoice.
Bright sparkles in de churchyard
Give light unto de tomb;
Bright summer, springs over,
Sweet flowers in der bloom.
My mother, once,
My mother, twice,
My mother she ll rejoice.
In de heaven once, etc.
Mother, rock me in de cradle all de day;
All de day, etc.
Oh, mother, dont yer love yer darlin child?
Oh, rock me in de cradle all de day.
Rock me, etc.
You may lay me down to sleep, my mother dear,
Oh, rock me in de cradle all de day.
