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CAMP-MEETING SONG. 183Hit's a mighty long ways up de mountain side,En dey ain't no place fer dem sinners fer ter hide,En dey ain't no place whar sin kin abide,Wen de Lord shill come in de mornin' !Look up en look aroun',Fling yo' burden on de groun',Hit's a gittin' mighty close on ter mornin' !Smoove awaysin's frownRetch up en git de crown,Wat de Lord will fetch in de mornin' !De han' er ridem'shun, hit's hilt out ter youLord ! 'member dem sinners in de mornin' !Hit'sa mighty pashent han', but de days is but few,Wen Satun, he'll come a demandin' un his due,En de stiff-neck sinners '11 be smotin' all fruOh, you better git ready fer de mornin' !Look up en set yo' faceTodes de green hills er graceTo' de sun risesup in de mornin'Oh, you better change yo' base,Hits yo' soul's las' raceFer de glory dat's a comin' in de mornin' !De farmer gits ready w'en de lan's allplowedFer ter sow dem seeds in de mornin'De sperrit may be puny en de flesh may be proud,But you better cut loose fum de scoffin' crowd,