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182 HIS SONGS.De song er salvashun is a mighty sweet song,En de Pairidise win' blow fur en blow strong,En Aberham's bosom, hit's saft en hit's wide,En right dar's de place whar de sinners oughter hide !Oh, you nee'nter be a stoppin' en a lookin' ;Ef you fool wid ole Satun you'll git took in ;You'll hang on de aidge en get shook in,Ef you keep on a stoppin' en a lookin'.De time is right now, en dish yer's de placeLet de sun er salvashun shine squar'in yo' face ;Fight de battles er de Lord, fight soon en fight late,En you'll allers fine a latch ter de golden gate.No use fer ter wait twel ter-morrer,De sun musn't set on yo' sorrerSin's ez sharp ez a bamboo-brier,Ax de Lord fer ter fetch you up higher !n.GAMP-MEETING SONG*OH, de worril is roun' en de worril is wideLord !'member deze chillun in de mornin'-* In the days of slavery, the religious services held by thenegroes who accompanied their owners to the camp-meetings weremarvels of earnestness and devotion.