104 PLANTATION MELODIES.
1 Run on, my brother, I know you are before me;
You can 't get any higher in glory.
AVhen I get there'I'If stop and tell
How Jesus saved my soul from hell.
Live humble, humble, humble, my soul,
The bells done rung;
Get the glory and honor, praise Jesus;
Get glory and honor, praise the Lamb.
2 I'm going to stand on the sea of glass,
The sea of glass all mingled with fire;
I long to join God's heavenly choir,
In order to raise my voice up higher.
3 The wind is high and the path is dry,
And God Almighty's chariot is going swiftly fly.—
I ran to the valley and fell on my knees,
And asked my Lord if he pleased, if he pleased,
To fill my soul with a heavenly breeze.
4 Adam and Eve were the very first one
That broke God's law and sin begun;
Was not my Jesus so good and kind ?
He took away some and left some behind.
5 I '11 tell you, brethren, a mortal fact,
If you 've got religion, don't never turn back.
I want to know before I go,
AVhether you love the Lord or no.
6 Ever since I 've been newly born,
I love to see God's work going on.
If ever I reach the other shore,
I '11 never come here to sing any more;
7 A golden band all around my waist,
And the palms of victory in my hand,
And the golden slippers on my feet,
Going to walk up and down the golden street.
8 I 'm anchored in Christ, Christ anchored in me,
And the devil in hell can 't pluck me out;
But he shall be loose and have his way,
Yes, at the great resurrection day.