46 . . 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 wrestle with the angels 
All night! All night! 
Till the break of day. 
To an uncultivated, excitable people, strongly imbued with a 
taste for music, 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 harmony, no wonder that it serves them as a symbol of 
the ravishing music with which all the arches and domes of 
heaven are supposed 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 ‘‘Rum Drinkers” and afterwards ‘ Back- 
sliders” and others are each in like manner called upon 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 top of Mount Calvary,—a moun- 
tain they evidently believe exists somewhere in the happy land 
which lies just over the river of death. 
