English poem
When Peter Jackson Preached In The Old Church
To be sung to the tune of the old Negro Spiritual “Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray.”
Peter Jackson was a-preaching And the house was still as snow. He whispered of repentance And the lights were dim and low And were almost out When he gave the first shout: “Arise, arise, Cry out your eyes.” And we mourned all our terrible sins away. Clean, clean away. Then we marched around, around, And sang with a wonderful sound:-- “Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray. Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray.” And we fell by the altar And fell by the aisle, And found our Savior In just a little while, We all found Jesus at the break of the day, We all found Jesus at the break of the day. Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus.