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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 past a church decayed and dimAnd there slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn.A sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grewTill I found myself environed in a little Negro pew.Down front sat a young couple nearly wild.On the altar was a coffin, in the coffin was a child.Rose a sad old Negro preacher at a little wooden deskWith a manner grandly awkward and a countenance grotesque.And he said "Now don't be weepin' for this pretty bit of clay,For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run awayAnd he's doin' very finely and he appreciates your loveBut his sure nuff Father want him in the large house aboveNow He didn't give you that baby for a hundred thousand miles.He just think you need some sunshine and He lent him for awhileAnd He let you love and keep him 'till your hearts were bigger grownAnd those silver tears you're sheddin' are just interest on the loan.So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with Jesus restAnd don't go criticizin' the one that knows the best.He gave us many comforts, He has the right to take away.To the Lord be praise and glory, now and ever let us pray.My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder. The trumpet soundsWithin my soul.I ain't got long to stay here. I'm gonna steal away home. From Letras Mania