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Steal Away.

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
I haint 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.

2.

Green trees are bending, poor sinners stand trembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul,—
I hain't got long to stay here.

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 stand trembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
I hain't got long to stay here.

CHO,—

Steal away, &c.