Sayin’ Woe! Woe! Woe! be unto de earth by reazun uv de trumpit,
Dat which is yet ter soun’.
And when de las’ trumpit shall soun’,
See de great men and noble,
De rich, and de po’, de bond and de free,
Gueddur ’emselves terguedder, cryin’ ter de rocks, an’ ter de mountins,
Ter fall ’pon ’em an’ hide ’em,
From de face uv Him dat sitteth on de throne,
De great day uv His rath hav kum an’ who shall be able ter stan’?’
“And den, too, he had his shoutin’ song. He never sung it ’cept wen de heavenly fires wuz burnin’ all over his soul. He kept tune wid his walkin’ and wid de clappin’ uv his hands. Dis song never got in ’cept at de close uv sermons dat had heaven in ’em, and somehow he jumped from de sermon all at once in ter de song an’ it would hev fairly kilt yer wid joy ter hear it. Here is de way he put it:—