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Steal away, steal away,
  steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
  I hain't got long to stay here.

1. My Lord calls me,
     He calls me by the thunder;
   The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
     I hain't got long to stay here.
      Cho.—Steal away, &c.

2. Green trees are bending,
     Poor sinners stand trembling;
   The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
     I hain't got long to stay here.
      Cho.—Steal away, &c.

3. My Lord calls me,
     He calls me by the lightning;
   The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
     I hain't got long to stay here.
      Cho.—Steal away, &c.

4. Tombstones are bursting,
     Poor sinners are trembling;
   The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
     I hain't got long to stay here.
      Cho.—Steal away, &c.