Blow Your Trumpet, Gabriel

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.

Paul and Silas, bound in jail,
Sing God's praise both night and day;
And I hope, &c.

Paul and Silas, bound in jail,
Christians pray both night and day,
And I hope dat trump might blow me home To my new Jerusalem.
So blow de trumpet, Gabriel, Blow de trumpet louder,
And I hope dat trump might blow me home To my new Jerusalem.
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