Dromo's Den

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James Edwin Campbell

When o1' Sis' Judy pray,

De teahs come stealin' down my cheek,

De voice ur God widin me speak';

I see myse'f so po' an' weak,

Down on my knees de cross I seek,

When o1' Sis' Judy pray.

When o1' Sis' Judy pray,

De thun'ers ur Mount Sin-a-i

Comes rushin' down f'um up on high--

De Debbil tu'n his back an' fly

While sinnahs loud fur pa'don cry,

When o1' Sis' Judy pray.

When o1' Sis' Judy pray,

Ha'd sinnahs trimble in dey seat

Ter hyuh huh voice in sorrow 'peat:

(While all de chu'ch des sob an' weep)

"O Shepa'd, dese, dy po' los' sheep!"

When o1' Sis' Judy pray.

When o1' Sis' Judy pray,

De whole house hit des rock an' moan

Ter see huh teahs an' hyuh huh groan;

Dar's somepin' in Sis' Judy's tones

Dat melt all ha'ts dough med ur stones,

When ol' Sis' Judy pray.

When ol' Sis' Judy pray,

Salvation's light comes pourin' down--

Hit fill de chu'ch an' all de town--

Why, angels' robes go rustlin' 'roun',

An' hebben on de Yurf am foun',

When o1' Sis' Judy pray.

When ol' Sis' Judy pray,

My soul go sweepin' up on wings,

An' loud de chu'ch wid "Glory!" rings,

An' wide de gates ur Jahsper swings

Twel you hyuh ha'ps wid golding strings,

When ol' Sis' Judy pray.

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When ol' Sis Judy die---

Froo triberlations justerfied,

I know de gates will des fly wide

An' wid King Jesus by huh side,

Straight froo dem gold-paved streets she'll ride,

When o1' Sis' Judy die!

James Edwin Campbell, Echoes….--From The Cabin,

and Elsewhere (Chicago: n.p., 1895) 42-43.