There's another song with the same title "New Burying Ground," among those collected with music by William E. Barton and published in 1899. I think it's worth posting here for comparison.

NEW BURYING GROUND

1-- O, my Lord, Good and kind,
Take the little babe, Leave its mother behind.
Tomorrow's the day, First goin' by,
Take the little babe, To the new buryin' ground.
Open the grave, Let him down,
There he's goin t'lay Till the Judgment day.
Judgment day! God's a callin'! Stars a-fallin'!
Cahriot's comin' down To the new burying ground!
O, Jesus, come this away!
Let not your chariot wheels delay!
Want you to live humble-l-humble-l-
Humble yourselves! The bells done rung,
Bells done ring, Angels done sing.
O don't it look like a judgment day?

Gwine to glory an'-a-honor! Praise Jesus!
Gwine to glory an'-a-honor! Praise the Lamb.

2-- All along down by de watery shore,
De waters run steady, level as a die;
Hearse come down next day gone by;
Take de ill babe to new burying ground.
Yes, I went down to the valley to pray,
Met ole Satan on de way.
Look out, satan, out my way!
Took my sword an' cut him down;
Satan shot one ball at me;
Missed my soul and got my sin.

Refrain.

3-- O, no, brethering, dat ain't all,--
Golden girdle round my waist,
Starry crown upon my head,
Palm of victory in my hand.

Refrain.

4-- I went to meeting on a certain day,
Went fo' to hear what de preacher say.
Bout de time dat I got in,
Spoke one word condemned my sin.
Went back home an' counted de cost,
Heard what a treasure I had lost.

Refrain.

5-- Yes, mysteree! Come and see!
Heard a great voice shoutin' in de new buryin' ground.
B for book and be forgiven,
Wrote by wise men sent from heaven.
If you want to go to heaven when you dies,
Stop you long tongue from telling lies.
Stars a-fallin'! God's a-callin'!
Don't dat look judgment day?

Refrain.

6-- I went down by the tottery sho',
Found a ship all ready to go
Cap'n he come, troubled in mind,
"Wake up! wake up, you sleep, sleepy man!"
O, cap'n, if it's me,
Pray you cast me overboard!
Cast Brer Jonah overboard;
Whale did swaller Brer Jonah whole.
Three long nights, three long days,
Jonah lied in de body of de whale.
Las' words I hear Brer Jonah say,
He had no place to lie his head.
God commanded fish to land,
Cast Brer Jonah on dry sand.
Gourd vine growed all over his head.
Inchworm come long and cut it down.

Refrain.

7-- Hit 'em wid de hammer cryin', "Sinner, repent!"
Wrought sorrow in de Jedge-e-ment.
Green trees burn, and why not dry?
Sinner man die, and why not I?
Sea ob glass all full of fire,
I'm gwine to jine God's heavenly choir.
H for Hannah, happy was she,
Lill boy Samuel on her knee.
B for book an' God forgiven,
Young child Jesus came from heaven.

Refrain.

8-- Sing ole hymn at new buryin' ground,
Dar gwine lay his body down.
He gave me pree, and sot me free
An' bought my soul from libertee.
Death come along at break of day,
Take de lill baby on his way.
Give me a horn and tell me to blow,
Come along, don't you want to go?
Bell done ring, angels done sing,
God's A'mighty bought my heart and tongue.
Went down hill, fell on my knees,
Help me, Jesus, if you please.

Refrain.

(SOURCE: Bernard Katz, ed., The Social Implications of Early Negro Music in The United States (Arno/The New York Times, 1969, pp. 108-109).

~Masato