The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1886-04-01
CREEDVILLE PHILOSOPHY !!
"Dar IL BE A Mighty D0dgin."

You may sing yo' songs o. gladness, an shout yo'
praises high,
Or look, wild heightened faces, tow'd mansions in
de sky;
You may shout about de precious name, an bout
de s'blood-washed throng,''
An try to hide yo weghty sins beneath cloak o.
song
You may mach down to de jedgment wild faces all
aglow,
But darll be mighty dodgin' wen de hon begins ter
blow.
You may away, dIsgusted from de pleadns of de
poah,
Or drive away de child of want who stops befo' yo
doah;
You may fold yo' gahments daintily, wheneah you
chance to meet
One o. Gods poo'est chillun upon de crowded
street.
But dat pride, my brothah, sistah, will humblah
moment know,
Fob dar'll mighty dodgin' de hon begins ter
blow.
You sing de anthem prettiy, but still it tumbles
fiat
To de who sees you puttin' but penny in de
hat
You may pray de shinin Lod O. hosts dat you foevah
But you fain 'ud try ter hide from Him de size o
what you give;
Eff you de mighty rivah, whah de- surges cease
ter flow,
Dar'T be mighty dodgin', when de nom begins ter
blow.
You may strut upon life's highway, wild Ignorance
sublime
You may crowd yo' wo'thy bruthah back upon de
co'se O. time.
You may erin sistah, an try ter drag hel
down,
And cen dis,awt SUMS bright rays inter hahtes
frown-
| But de time is suahy comm when yo' uthiy wul
| shall show
And dar'll be mighty dodgin' when de hon begin
| ter blow.
You may sing blessed promise while yo' hahts al
| seemn full:
| ''Do' yo sins dey be crimson, He will make zen
| white wool;''
| You may shout, wild loud hozannas, dat liking Jesu
| passes by,r
But little righteous liViD' 'ud be better Gan le
| You should let yo' daily pilgrimage bettah spiri
For dar'll be a mighty dodgin' when de hon begin
ter blow.
You may sing O. realmso' glory-o calm an peaceful
| rest,
Wher' mot o. trouble rolls de peaceful
breast''
You may ask yo' ffens ter meet you in mansion
| bright an far,
But still de startlin thought comes up daah one will
| goa be dar?
Fob mus give good account of stew'dship below
| An dar'll be mighty dodgin' when de hon begin
ter blow.
You may leave de sacred chapel whah yo' voice ha
| loudly prayed,
may skin yo' trustin' brothah all ter pieces in
| trade;
You may een his senses by de professir
| shout,
While wild sly an thevin' fngahs you tu'n his pock
| cts out
But wide awake old Gabriel will all yo faiins know
AM dar'll be mighty dodgin' when de hon begin
| ter blow.
We may walk along de earthly way wild little though
| O. feah
De cunnin' haht can always hide its many failir
| heah;
We may praise de weak credulity dat gives Chris
| tian name
An chucke oah de trech'us haht dat hides its load
But when de Lo'd is maxim up his Jewels all aglov
| Darll be mighty dodgin' when de HON begins te
| blow.
When yo' sins have brought you tremblin to de baw
| dahs o. de grave.
You may roll yo' eyes up to de LODI an sing his powa
| to save;
You may rest in sweet conentment dat de past is ia
away,
An de blessed air o. Paradise yo pla.
But vain is all dependence put in mattahs heah belo1
For dar'll be mighty dodgin' when de hon begi1
| ter blow.
Oh, we1l heah de angel comm, in dat blessed hol
land,
AM think not dat de Bible asks de question ''wf
| shall stand ?''
All ranged befo' de shinin throne we'll wait de pr
cious wo'd
Dat calls owah waitn hung'y souls "de blessed O.
Lo'd;''
But ev'y little sinful trick de mighty Lo'd wi
oh, dar'n be mighty dodgn' when de hon begil
ter blow.