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Steal Away.

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Slow. CHORUS.
Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
I've not got long to stay here.

1. My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the thunder;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
I 've not got long to stay here.

CHORUS.

2. Green trees are bending,
Poor sinners stand trembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
I've not got long to stay here.

CHORUS.

3. My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the lightning;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul:
I've not got long to stay here.

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