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