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56 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1927
Young man--
Young man--
Your arm’s too short to box with God.
“Gross exaggeration of the use of big words by these preachers, in fact by Negroes in general, has been commonly made; the laugh being at the exhibition of ignorance involved. What is the basis of this fondness for big words? Is the predilection due, as is supposed, to ignorance desiring to parade itself as knowledge? Not at all. The old-time Negro preacher loved the sonorous, mouth-filling, ear-filling phrase because it gratified a highly developed sense of sound and rhythm in himself and his hearers.”
Young man --
Young man --
You're never lonesome in Babylon.
You can always join a crowd in Babylon.
Young man --
Young man --
You can never be alone in Babylon,
Alone with your Jesus in Babylon.
You can never find a place, a lonesome place,
A lonesome place to go down on your knees,
And talk with your God, in Babylon.
You're always in a crowd in Babylon.
…
Oh-o-oh, sinner,
When you're mingling with the crowd in Babylon --
Drinking the wine of Babylon --
Running with the women of Babylon --
You forget about God, and you laugh at Death.
Today you've got the strength of a bull in your neck
And the strength of a bear in your arms,
But some o' these days, some o' these days,
You'll have a hand-to-hand struggle with bony Death,
And Death is bound to win.