Steal away, steal away,
steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
I hain't got long to stay here.
1. 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.
Cho.—Steal away, &c.
2. Green trees are bending,
Poor sinners stand trembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
I hain't got long to stay here.
Cho.—Steal away, &c.
3. 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.
Cho.—Steal away, &c.
4. Tombstones are bursting,
Poor sinners are trembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
I hain't got long to stay here.
Cho.—Steal away, &c.
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No. 24.
Steal Away.