[Music]
O thou by long experience tried,
Never get tir'd a-serving of the Lord;
Near whom no griefs can long abide,
Never get tir'd a-serving of the Lord.
Come along and shout along,
Ye heav'n born soldiers,
Come along and shout along
And pray by the way.
The misfit of words and notes in the first part of the song is quite
evident. The compiler of the _Social Harp_ credits J. F. Wade with the
song and dates it 1854. The popularity of the melodic trend in the
above chorus may be realized when we see it in 'Ecstacy' in this
collection; in the negro _Slave Songs_, Nos. 78 and 114; in 'William
and Polly', Sharp, ii., 141; and 'Rebel Soldier', Sharp, ii., 212-215.
No. 196
TO LAY THIS BODY DOWN or WHITE or I'M A LONG TIME TRAVELING, OSH 288