HIS SONGS
II. Camp-Meeting Song
II. Camp-Meeting Song
Oh, the world is round, and the world is wide --
Lord! Remember these children in the mornin' --
It's a mighty long ways up the mountain side,
And there ain't no place for them sinners to hide,
And there ain't no place where sin can abide,
When the Lord shall come in the mornin'.
Look up and look around,
Fling your burden on the ground,
It's a gettin' mighty close on the mornin'!
Smooth away sin's frown --
Reach up and get the crown,
What the Lord will fetch in the mornin'!
Fling your burden on the ground,
It's a gettin' mighty close on the mornin'!
Smooth away sin's frown --
Reach up and get the crown,
What the Lord will fetch in the mornin'!
The hand of redemption, it's held out to you --
Lord! Remember them sinners in the mornin'!
It's a mighty patient hand, but the days is but few,
When Satan, he'll come a-demandin' of his due,
And the stiff-neck sinners'll be smotin' all through --
Oh, you better get ready for the mornin'!
Look up and set your face
Towards the green hills of grace
Before the sun rises up in the mornin'--
Oh, you better change your base,
It's your soul's last race
For the glory that's a comin' in the mornin'!
Towards the green hills of grace
Before the sun rises up in the mornin'--
Oh, you better change your base,
It's your soul's last race
For the glory that's a comin' in the mornin'!
The farmer gets ready when the land's all plowed
For to sow them seeds in the mornin'--
The spirit may be puny and the flesh may be proud,
But you better cut loose from the scoffin' crowd,
And join these Christians what's a cryin' out loud
For the Lord for to come in the mornin'!
Shout loud and shout long,
Let the echoes answer strong,
When the sun rises up in the mornin'!
Oh, you always will be wrong
'Til you choose to belong
To the Master what's a comin' in the mornin'!
Let the echoes answer strong,
When the sun rises up in the mornin'!
Oh, you always will be wrong
'Til you choose to belong
To the Master what's a comin' in the mornin'!
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