Church Building

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Church Building

Uncle Jacob often told us,

Since freedom blessed our race

We ought all to come together

And build a meeting place.

So we pinched, and scraped, and spared,

A little here and there:

Though our wages was but scanty,

The church did get a share.

And, when the house was finished,

Uncle Jacob came to pray;

He was looking mighty feeble,

And his head was awful gray.

But his voice rang like a trumpet;

His eyes looked bright and young;

And it seemed a mighty power

Was resting on his tongue.

And he gave us all his blessing⁠—

’Twas parting words he said,

For soon we got the message

The dear old man was dead.

But I believe he’s in the kingdom,

For when we shook his hand

He said, “Children, you must meet me

Right in the promised land;

“For when I’m done a moiling

And toiling here below,

Through the gate into the city

Straightway I hope to go.”