ANNER 'LIZER
"De gospel ship is sallin',
It's loaded down wid souls.
If you want to mek heab'n yo' happy home,
You mus ketch it "fo' it goes.
Git on boa'd, etc.
It's loaded down wid souls.
If you want to mek heab'n yo' happy home,
You mus ketch it "fo' it goes.
Git on boa'd, etc.
"King Jesus at de hellum,
Fu' to guide de ship erright.
We gwine fu' to put into heab'n's po't
Wid ouah sails all shinin' white.
Git on boa'd," etc.
Fu' to guide de ship erright.
We gwine fu' to put into heab'n's po't
Wid ouah sails all shinin' white.
Git on boa'd," etc.
With a long dwell on the last word of the chorus, the mellow cadence of the song died away.
"Let us bow down fu' a season of silent praar," said the minister.
"Lawd, he'p us to pray," responded Uncle Eben Adams.
The silence that ensued was continually broken by the wavering wail of the mourners. Suddenly one of them, a stalwart young man, near the opening of the aisle, began to writhe and twist himself into every possible contortion, crying: "O Lawd, de devil's a-ridin' me; tek him off-tek him off!"
"Tek him off, Lawd!" shouted the congregation.
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