Uncle Remus: His Songs and His Sayings/Camp-Meeting Song

II. Camp-Meeting Song
(Note) Oh, de worril is roun’ en de worril is wide— Lord! ’member deze chillun in de mornin’— Hit’s a mighty long ways up de mountain side, En dey ain’t no place fer dem sinners fer ter hide, En dey ain’t no place whar sin kin abide, W’en de Lord shill come in de mornin’! Look up en look aroun’, Fling yo’ burden on de groun’, Hit’s a gittin’ mighty close on ter mornin’! Smoove away sin’s frown— Retch up en git de crown, W’at de Lord will fetch in de mornin’!

De han’ er ridem’shun, hit’s hilt out ter you— Lord! ’member dem sinners in de mornin’! Hit’s a mighty pashent han’, but de days is but few, W’en Satun, he’ll come a demandin’ un his due, En de stiff-neck sinners ’ll be smotin’ all fru— Oh, you better git ready for de mornin’! Look up en set yo’ face To’ds de green hills of grace ’Fo’ de sun rises up in de mornin’— Oh, you better change yo’ base, Hits yo’ soul’s las’ race For de glory dat’s a comin’ in de mornin’!

De farmer gits ready w’en de lan’s all plowed For ter sow dem seeds in de mornin’ De sperrit may be puny en de flesh may be proud, But you better cut loose fum de scoffin’ crowd, En jine dose Christuns w’at’s a cryin’ out loud Fer de Lord fer ter come in de mornin’! Shout loud en shout long, Let de eckoes ans’er strong, W’en de sun rises up in de mornin’! Oh, you allers will be wrong Twel you choose ter belong Ter de Marster w’at’s a comin’ in de mornin’!