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My Lord, he calls me,
He calls me by the thunder;
The trumpet sounds within my soul;
I ain't got long to stay here.
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Steal away, steal away,
steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
I ain't got long to stay here.
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Green trees are bending,
Poor sinners stand a trembling;
The trumpet sounds within my soul;
I ain't got long to stay here.
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Steal away, steal away,
steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
I ain't got long to stay here.
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My Lord, he calls me,
He calls me by the lightning;
The trumpet sounds within my soul;
I ain't got long to stay here.
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Steal away, steal away,
steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
I ain't got long to stay here.
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