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Fifth Sunday in Ephiphany


Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus.
Steal away, steal away home:
I ain't got long to stay here.

My Lord, he calls me,
He calls me by the thunder.
The trumpet sounds within my soul:
I ain't got long to stay here.

Green trees are bending,
Poor sinner stands a-tembling.
The trumpet sounds within my soul:
I ain't got long to stay here.

Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus.
Steal away, steal away home:
I ain't got long to stay here.

Steal away, steal away home.
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