| lyric | Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus,
I ain’t got long to stay here.
1. My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the thunder:
The trumpet sounds within’ a my soul
I ain’t got long to stay here.
2. Green trees are bending,
Poor sinner stands atrembling;
The trumpet sounds within’ a my soul
I ain’t got long to stay here.
3. Tombstones are bursing,
Poor sinner stands atrembing;
The trumpet sounds within’ a my soul
I ain’t got long to stay here.
4. My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the lightning;
The trumpet sounds within’ a my soul
I ain’t got long to stay here. |