His Songs: I. Revival Hymn. Oh, Where Shall We Go When the Great Day Comes

His Songs

I. Revival Hymn

Oh, where shall we go when the great day comes,
With the blowin' of the trumpets and the bangin' of the drums?
How many poor sinners'll be catched out late
And find no latch for the golden gate?

No use for to wait 'til tomorrow!
The sun mustn't set on your sorrow,
Sin's as sharp as a bamboo-briar --
Oh, Lord! fetch the mourners up higher!

When the nations of the earth are a-standin' all around,
Who's gonna be chosen for to wear the glory crown?
Who's gonna stand stiff-knee'd and bold.
And answer to the name at the callin' of the roll?

You'd better come now if you're comin' --
Ol' Satan is loose and a-bummin' --
The wheels of distraction is a-hummin' --
Oh, come along, sinner, if you're comin'! 184

The song of salvation is a mighty sweet song,
And the Paradise wind blow far and blow strong,
And Abraham's bosom, it's soft and it's wide,
And right there's the place where the sinners ought to hide!

Oh, you needn't be a-stoppin' and a-lookin;
If you fool with old Satan you'll be took in;
You'll hang on the edge and get shook in,
If you keep on a-stoppin' and a-lookin'.

The time is right now, and this here's the place --
Let the sun of salvation shine square in your face;
Fight the battles of the Lord, fight soon and fight late,
And you'll always find a latch at the golden gate,

No use for to wait 'til tomorrow,
The sun mustn't set on your sorrow --
Sin's as sharp as a bamboo-briar,
Ask the Lord for to fetch you up higher!