If you want to mek heab’n yo’ happy home,
You mus’ ketch it ’fo’ it goes.
Git on boa’d, etc.
“King Jesus at de hellum,
Fu’ to guide de ship erright.
We gwine fu’ to put into heab’n’s po’t
Wid ouah sails all shinin’ white.
Git on boa’d,” etc.
With a long dwell on the last word of the chorus, the mellow cadence of the song died away.
“Let us bow down fu’ a season of silent praar,” said the minister.