CRY HOLY.
"Cry holy, holy! Look at de people dat is born of God.
And I run down de valley, and I run down to pray, Says, look at de people dat is born of God.
When I get dar, Cappen Satan was dar, Says, look at, &c.
Says, young man, young man, dere's no use for pray, Says, look at, &c.
For Jesus is dead, and God gone away, Says, look at, &c.
And I made him out a liar, and I went my way, Says, look at, &c.
Sing holy, holy! "O, Mary was a woman, and he had a one Son, Says, look at, &c.
And de Jews and de Romans had him hung, Says, look at, &c.

Cry holy, holy! "And I tell you, sinner, you had better had pray, Says, look at, &c.
For hell is a dark and dismal place, Says, look at, &c.
And I tell you, sinner, and I wouldn't go dar! Says, look at, &c.
Cry holy, holy!" Here is an infinitely quaint description of the length of the heavenly road:-- XIV.

O'ER THE CROSSING.
"Vender's my old mudder, Been a-waggin' at de hill so long.
It's about time she'll cross over; Get home bimeby.
Keep prayin', I do believe We're a long time waggin' o'er de crossin'.
Keep prayin', I do believe We'll get home to heaven bimeby.
"Hear dat mournful thunder Roll from door to door, Calling home God's children; Get home bimeby.
Little chil'en, I do believe We're a long time, &c.
Little chil'en, I do believe We'll get home, &c.
"See dat forked lightnin' Flash from tree to tree, Callin' home God's chil'en; Get home bimeby.
True believer, I do believe We're a long time, &c.
O brudders, I do believe, We'll get home to heaven bimeby." One of the most singular pictures of future joys, and with fine flavor of hospitality about it, was this:-- XV.

WALK 'EM EASY.
"O, walk 'em easy round de heaven, Walk 'em easy round de heaven, Walk 'em easy round de heaven, Dat all de people may join de band.
Walk 'em easy round de heaven.

(_Thrice_.) O, shout glory till 'em join dat band!" The chorus was usually the greater part of the song, and often came in paradoxically, thus:-- XVI.