SACRED SONGS OF THE NEGROES. 
2. 
I had a book—’twas given to me,— 
Save me Lord from sinking down, 
In every line was victory. 
Corus. 
Save me, &c. 
3. 
J had a book—'twas given to me,— 
In every line was victory ; 
I had a book—’twas given to me, . 
And every line convicted me. 
CnHorus. 
Save me, &c. 
4. 
Satan made a catch at me, 
He miss my soul and he catch my sins. 
Corus. 
Save me, &c. 
WRESTLING WITH THE ANGELS. 
Tell me Lord, shall I be there now, 
To sit on Zion’s hill; 
To wrestle with the angels all night, 
Until the break of day. 
Ill wrestle with the angels 
*Till the break of day. 
Tell me Lord, shall I be there 
To sit on Zion’s hill all night, 
And take a wrestle with the angels, 
All night! allnight! 
Until the break of day? 
