Blow Your Trumpet, Gabriel

Verse 1

De talles’ tree in Paradise, De Christian call de tree of life;

And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Jerusalem.

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel, Blow louder, louder;

And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Jerusalem.

Verse 2

Paul and Silas, bound in jail, Sing God’s praise both night and day;

And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Jerusalem.

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel, Blow louder, louder;

And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Jerusalem.

 

Allen, William Francis, et al. Slave Songs of the United States. Applewood Books, 1996.

Roll, Jordan, Roll

Verse 1

My brudder sittin’ on de tree of life, An’ he yearde when  Jordan roll

Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, roll!

O march de angel march; O march de angel march;

O my soul arise in Heaven, Lord, For to yearde when Jordan roll.

Verse 2

Little chil’en, learn to fear de Lord, And let your days be long;

Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, roll!

O march de angel march; O march de angel march;

O my soul arise in Heaven, Lord, For to yearde when Jordan roll.

Verse 3

O, let no false nor spiteful word Be found upon your tongue;

Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, roll!

O march de angel march; O march de angel march;

O my soul arise in Heaven, Lord, For to yearde when Jordan roll.

 

Allen, William Francis, et al. Slave Songs of the United States. Applewood Books, 1996.