Classic Poem

Run, Mary, run,
Oh, run, Mary, run,
I know the other world is not like this.

Fire in the east, and fire in the west,
I know…
Bound to burn the wilderness,
I know…
Jordan's river is a river to cross,
I know…
Stretch your rod and come across,
I know…

Swing low, chariot, into the east,
Let God's children have some peace;
Swing low, chariot, into the west,
Let God's children have some rest;

Swing low, chariot, into the north,
Give me the gold without the dross;
Sing low, chariot, into the south,
Let God's children sing and shout;

If this day was Judgment Day,
Every sinner would want to pray;
That trouble it comes like a gloomy cloud,
Gather thick, and thunders loud