STEAL AWAY
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Steal away, steal away,
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Steal away to Jesus;

Steal away, steal away,
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I ain't got long to stay here.

NARRATION:

I was walkin' in Savannah Passed the church decayed and dim
There's slowly through the window Came a plaintive funeral hymn.
And a sympathy awakened And a wonder quickly grew
And I found myself environed In a little negro pew.
Down in front a few young couple sat In sorrow and nearly wild
On the altar was a coffin And in the coffin was a child.
And there’s rows of sad, old preacher At a little wooden desk
With a manner grandly offered With the content grotesque.
He said now don't be weepin' over this pretty bit of clay
For the little boy who lived there  He's done gone and move away.

He is doin' very finely And he appreciated your love
But he's sure enough father want him In the large house up above.
Now he didn't give you that baby Not by a hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine He lend him for awhile.
And he let you love it and keep it Till your hearts was bigger grown
And these silver tears you've shed They're just interest on the loan.
So my poor dejected mourners Let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go criticize no one That knows the best.
He give us many comforts And he has the right to take away
To the Lord be praised in glory Now and ever let us pray.
 
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My Lord calls me,

He calls me by the thunder,

The trumpet sound within my soul,
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I ain't got long to stay here.