Little Children, You'd Better Believe

1 My father's gone a journey,
Do n't you see him going away?
He's gone behind the altar
To stay till judgment day.

Chorus:
Little children, you 'd better believe;
Little children, you 'd better believe;
Little children, you 'd better believe,
We'll get home by and by.

2 Do you think you will be able
To meet him in the air,
When Gabriel blows the trumpet
And sounds it everywhere? [Chorus]

3 Yes, I think I will be able,
If I will only pray,
And live right close to Jesus,
And serve him every day. [Chorus]

4 My father spoke to the children,
And he spoke in truth divine'
The Church is all a-mourning,
For this is a weeping time. [Chorus]

5 The sting of death is bitter,
No mortal tongue can tell;
My father's tried the waters,
He's gone with Christ to dwell. [Chorus]

Source: A Collection of Revival Hymns and Plantation Melodies #23

• Audio recording from A Collection of Revival Hymns and Plantation Melodies #23