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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Negro Spirituals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN DAT GREAT GITTIN’-UP MORNIN’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ’M a gwine to tell you bout de comin’ ob de Saviour,—<br>Fare you well, Fare you well,<br>Dere ’s a better day a-comin’,<br>When my Lord speaks to his Fader,<br>Says, Fader, I ’m tired o’ bearin’, <br>Tired o’ bearin’ for poor sinners:<br>O preachers, fold your Bibles;<br>Prayer-makers, pray no more,<br>For de last soul’s converted.<br>In dat great gittin’-up Mornin’, <br>Fare you well, Fare you well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">De Lord spoke to Gabriel:<br>Say, go look behind de altar,<br>Take down de silver trumpet,<br>Go down to de sea-side, <br>Place one foot on de dry land,<br>Place de oder on de sea,<br>Raise your hand to heaven,<br>Declare by your Maker,<br>Dat time shall be no longer, <br>In dat great gittin’-up Mornin’, etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow your trumpet, Gabriel.<br>Lord, how loud shall I blow it?<br>Blow it right calm and easy,<br>Do not alarm my people, <br>Tell dem to come to judgment,<br>In dat great gittin’-up Mornin’, etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gabriel, blow your trumpet.<br>Lord, how loud shall I blow it?<br>Loud as seven peals of thunder, <br>Wake de sleepin’ nations.<br>Den you see poor sinner risin’,<br>See de dry bones a creepin’,<br>In dat great gittin’-up Mornin’, etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den you see de world on fire, <br>You see de moon a bleedin’,<br>See de stars a fallin’,<br>See de elements meltin’,<br>See de forked lightnin’,<br>Hear de rumblin’ thunder. <br>Earth shall reel and totter,<br>Hell shall be uncapped,<br>De dragon shall be loosened.<br>Fare you well, poor sinner.<br>In dat great gittin’-up Mornin’, <br>Fare you well, Fare you well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">STARS BEGIN TO FALL</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I TINK I hear my brudder say,<br>Call de nation great and small;<br>I lookee on de God’s right hand<br>When de stars begin to fall. <br>Oh, what a mournin’, sister,—<br>Oh, what a mournin’, brudder,—<br>Oh, what a mournin’,<br>When de stars begin to fall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ROLL, JORDAN, ROLL</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY brudder sittin’ on de tree of life <br>An’ he yearde when Jordan roll.<br>Roll, Jordan,<br>Roll, Jordan,<br>Roll, Jordan, roll!<br>O march de angel march; <br>O my soul arise in Heaven, Lord,<br>For to yearde when Jordan roll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little chil’en, learn to fear de Lord,<br>And let your days be long.<br>Roll, Jordan, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O let no false nor spiteful word<br>Be found upon your tongue.<br>Roll, Jordan, etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT</div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH de good ole chariot swing so low,—<br>I don’t want to leave me behind. <br>O swing low, sweet chariot,<br>Swing low, sweet chariot,<br>I don’t want to leave me behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, de good ole chariot will take us all home,—<br>I don’t want to leave me behind. <br>Swing low, sweet chariot, etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BRIGHT SPARKLES IN DE CHURCHYARD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MAY de Lord—He will be glad of me—<br>In de heaven He ’ll rejoice.<br>In de heaven, once,<br>In de heaven, twice, <br>In de heaven He ’ll rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright sparkles in de churchyard<br>Give light unto de tomb;<br>Bright summer, spring’s over,<br>Sweet flowers in der bloom. <br>My mother, once,<br>My mother, twice,<br>My mother she ’ll rejoice.<br>In de heaven once, etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, rock me in de cradle all de day;— <br>All de day, etc.<br>Oh, mother, don’t yer love yer darlin’ child?<br>Oh, rock me in de cradle all de day.<br>Rock me, etc.<br>You may lay me down to sleep, my mother dear, <br>Oh, rock me in de cradle all de day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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I ’M a gwine to tell you bout de comin’ ob de Saviour,—
Fare you well, Fare you well,
Dere ’s a better day a-comin’,
When my Lord speaks to his Fader,
Says, Fader, I ’m tired o’ bearin’, 
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