Lord, until I reach my home
I never 'pect to give the journey over
Until I reach my home,
Old Satan's mighty busy
He follows me night and day
And ev'ry time I go to pray
Now don't you mind old Satan
With all his tempting charms
He wants to steal your soul
And fold you in his arms
When I was lying at hell' dark door
No one to pity po' me
Massa Jesus He come ridin' by
An' bought my libert

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