come dis night to—sing an' pray,—Oh, yes, Oh, yes, To drive ol' Sat-an
heab-'nly home is—bright an' fair,—Oh, yes, Oh, yes, But migh-ty few can
far a-way,—Oh, yes, Oh, yes. Dat Oh, yes. Oh,
en-ter dere,—Oh. yes, ——
wait 'til I git on my robe, wait 'til I git on my robe,
Wait 'til I git on my robe, Oh, yes,
Oh, yes. Oh, Oh, yes. Oh, I went—down in de
if you—want-er catch dat
what do you think—he—
bow yo'—knees—up—
val-ley to pray,—Oh, yes, Oh, yes. I—
heab-'nly breeze,—Oh, yes, Oh, yes. Go
said to me,—Oh, yes, Oh, yes. You're too
on de groun',—Oh, yes, Oh, yes. An'—
met ol' Sa-tan—on de way,—Oh, yes,
down in de val-ley on yo' knees an' pray,—Oh, yes,
young to—pray—an' too young to die,—Oh, yes,
ask yo' Lord—to—turn you 'roun'—Oh, yes,
Oh, yes. An' Oh, yes. Oh, wait 'til I git on my robe,
Oh, yes. Now
Oh, yes. Oh,
Wait 'til I git on my robe, Wait 'til I
git on my robe, Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, Oh, yes.