STEAL AWAY (3)

Cho.
Steal Away, steal away,
Steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away,
Steal away home.
I hain't got long to stay here.

My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the thunder;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul;
I hain't got long to stay here.

Green trees are bending,
Poor sinners stand trembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul;
I hain't got long to stay here.

My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the lightning;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul;
I hain't got long to stay here.

Tombstones are bursting,
Poor sinners are trembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul;
I hain't got long to stay here.

From "Negro Spirituals, or the Songs of the Jubilee Singers," T. F. Seward, no. 24, with music.
The first two verses are close to those in the DT; The last two are not in the incomplete DT version.