"Uncle Remus' Revival Hymn" (1878)
[Words -- anonymous]
Music by W. C. Hill
  
Cincinnati: John Church & Co.
Chicago: Root & Sons Music Co. 
Plate No. 2720-4. 
[Source: the Detroit Public Library,
from the Hackley Sheet Music Collection;
Digital ID: dpl-hac-00047.dc 
OCLC Record ID: 50765334]

1. O whar shall we go w’en de great day comes, 
Wid de blowin’ uv de trumpet an’ de bangin uv de drums!
How many poor sinnahs’ll be cotched out late, 
An’ find no latch on de goldin gate!

CHORUS 1
No use for ter wait twell termorrer!
De sun musn’t set on yer sorrer 
Sin’s ez sharp ez a bamboo brier, 
O Lord fetch de mo’ners up higher.

2. When de nashuns uv de earf  is a stannin, all a roun’, 
Who’s a gwine ter be chosen for ter wear de glory crown, 
Who’s a gwine fer ter stan’, stiff-kneed an’ hol’, 
An’ answer to dere name at de goldin gate?

CHORUS 2
You better cum now ef yer cummin’ 
Ole Satan is loose an’ a bummin 
De wheels uv destrucshun is a hummin 
O cum along  sinnah ef yer cummin.

3. De song uv salva shun is a mighty sweet song, 
And de para dise win’s blow fer an’ blow strong!
An’ Aberham’s buzzum is safe an’ it’s wide, 
An’ dat is de place whar de sinner ought to hide.

CHORUS 3
No use to be stoppin an a lookin’ 
Ef yer food wid Satan you’ll git tookin 
You’ll hand on de edge an’ git shook in 
Ef you keep on a steppin’ an’ a lookin.

4. De time is right now, an dis hen’s de place, 
Let de salvashun sunshine squar’ in your face, 
Fight de battles uv de Lord, fight soon an’ fight late, 
An’ you’ll allers fine a latch on de goldin gate.

CHORUS 4
No use for ter wait twell termorrer!
De sun musn’t set on yer sorrer 
Sin’s ez sharp ez a bamboo brier, 
Ax de Lord fer ter fetch you up higher.