O brethren, my way, my way's cloudy, my way,
Go sen' a dem angels down, O, brethren, down.

Dere's fire in de eas' an' fire in de wes',
Sen' dem angels down,
Dere's fire among dem Methodis',
Oh, sen' a dem angels down

Old Satan is mad and I'm so glad,
Sen' dem angels down,
He missed de soul he thought he had,
Oh, sen' a dem angels down.