UNCLE TOM'S RELIGION.
Sung with Booth & Collier's "Uncle Tom's Cabin."
Far away from wife and children, still I plod my way along,
Massa Clair hag gone to Eva, leaving friendless poor old Tom.
Yet, with trust and strength in heaven, I remain a faithful slave;
When de whip to me am giben, I'll think of Him who died to save.
Shall I turn against my brother, raise the hand of cruelty?
No, we must love one another, den we'll get where all am free.
Patience here I'll go to glory, there is comfort for the slave;
When de lash makes dis flesh gory, I'll pray to Him who died to save.
Good-bye, Chloe, farewell children, poor old Tom you'll see no more;
Mind, be good and hab religion, 'twill bear you to the faithful shore.
Do not weep, nor feel defected, suffering's over in the grave;
But at the glorious resurrection we'll meet with Him who died to save.