Wake Nicodemus.

Wake Nicodemus.
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Nicodemua the slave was of African birth.
And was bought for a bag full of gold:
He was reckoned a part of the sait of the earth
But he died years ago very old.
“Twas his last sad request, so we laid him away
In the trunk of an old hollow tree.
“Wake me up!” was his charge, “at the first break of day- Wake me up for the great jubilee.”

Chorus:
The good time coming is almost here!
It was long, long, long on the way!
Now run and tell Elijah to hurry un Pomp
And meat ua at the the rum tree in the swamp.
To wake Nicodemus today.

Ha was known na a prophet-at least was as wins,
For he told of the battles to come
And we trembled with dread when he rolled up his eyes
And we headed the shake of his thumb.
Though he clothed us with fear, yet the garments he wore
Were in patches at elbow and knes:

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