Steal away, steal away Steal away to Jesus Steal away, steal away home I ain't got long to stay here. I was walkin' in Savannah Passed the church decayed and dim There's slowly through the window Came a plaintive funeral hymn. And a sympathy awakened And a wonder quickly grew Till I found myself environed In a little negro pew. Down in front a few young couple sat In sorrow and nearly wild On the altar was a coffin And in the coffin was a child. Rows of sad, old negro preacher At a little wooden desk With a manner grandly offered With the countment grotesque. He said now don't be weepin' For this pretty bit of clay For the little boy who lived there He's done gone and run away. He is doin' very finely And he appreaciated your love But he's sure enough father want him In the large house up above. Now he didn't give you that baby Not by a hundred thousand miles He just think you need some sunshine He lend him for awhile. And he let you love and keep Till your hearts was bigger grown And these silver tears you've shed They're just interest on the lown. So my poor dejected mourners Let your hearts with Jesus rest And don't go criticize no one That knows the best. He's give us many comforts And he has the right to take away To the Lord be praised in glory Now and ever let us pray. My Lord calls me He calls me by the thunder The trumpet sounds within my soul I ain't got long to stay here I'm gonna steal away home...