76 ISLES OF SUMMER. 



O tell me God, shall I be there now, 



O tell me God, shall I be there now, 



O tell me God, shall I be there now, 



To sit on Zion's hill. 



To ■vvTestle with the angels 



All night: All night! 



Till the break of day . 



To an unciiltivated, excitable people, strongly imbued with a 

 taste for mnsic, there is something grand and inspiring in the 

 great volumes of melody which issue from the organ, when its 

 keys are skillfully manipulated. Thrilled by the great tidal 

 waves of liarmony, no wonder that it serves them as a symbol of 

 the ravishing music with which all the arches and domes of 

 heaven are suj)posed to resound. Hence the following: 



Unbelievers — hear the organ roll ! 



Hear the organ roll ! 



Hear the organ roll ! 

 Don't you hear the organ roll, 



On Mount Calvary! 



Hear the organ roll ! 

 Street strollers — hear the organ roll 



Hear the organ roll ! 



Hear the organ roll ! 

 Don't you hear the organ roll ! 



On Mount Calvary ! 



In the next verse " Eum Drinkers" and afterwards ''Back- 

 sliders " and others are each in like manner called u^Don to "Hear 

 the organ roll," and the enthusiasm and power of musical ex- 

 pression of the vocalists seemed to increase until all appeared at 

 last to have reached the very toj) of Mount Calvary, — a moun- 

 tain they evidently believe exists somewhere in the happy land 

 which lies just over the river of death. 



