Go in de wilderness, Go, &c.
All dem chil'en go in de wilderness To wait upon de Lord." The next was one of those which I had heard in boyish days, brought North from Charleston.

But the chorus alone was identical; the words were mainly different, and those here given are quaint enough.
XXV.

BLOW YOUR TRUMPET, GABRIEL.
"O, blow your trumpet, Gabriel, Blow your trumpet louder; And I want dat trumpet to blow me home To my new Jerusalem.
"De prettiest ting dat ever I done Was to serve de Lord when I was young.
So blow your trumpet, Gabriel, &c.
"O, Satan is a liar, and he conjure too, And if you don't mind, he'll conjure you.
So blow your trumpet, Gabriel, &c.
"O, I was lost in de wilderness.
King Jesus hand me de candle down.
So blow your trumpet, Gabriel," &c.
The following contains one of those odd transformations of proper names with which their Scriptural citations were often enriched.

It rivals their text, "Paul may plant, and may polish wid water," which I have elsewhere quoted, and in which the sainted Apollos would hardly have recognized himself.
XXVI.

IN THE MORNING.
"In de mornin', In de mornin', Chil'en?
Yes, my Lord! Don't you hear de trumpet sound?
If I had a-died when I was young, I never would had de race for run.
Don't you hear de trumpet sound?
"O Sam and Peter was fishin' in de sea, And dey drop de net and follow my Lord.
Don't you hear de trumpet sound?
"Dere's a silver spade for to dig my grave And a golden chain for to let me down.
Don't you hear de trumpet sound?
In de mornin', In de mornin', Chil'en?
Yes, my Lord! Don't you hear de trumpet sound ?" These golden and silver fancies remind one of the King of Spain's daughter in "Mother Goose," and the golden apple, and the silver pear, which are doubtless themselves but the vestiges of some simple early composition like this.