Classic Poem

Little children, then won't you be glad,
Little children, then won't you be glad,
That you have been to heav'n, an' you're gwine to go again,
For to try on the long white robe, children,
For to try on the long white robe.

King Jesus, he was so strong ( ter ), my Lord,
That he jarred down the walls of hell.

Don't you hear what de chariot say? ( bis )
De fore wheels run by de grace ob God,
An' de hind wheels dey run by faith.

Don't you 'member what you promise de Lord? ( bis )
You promise de Lord that you would feed his sheep,
An' gather his lambs so well.