Death's Goint to Lay His Hand on Me

1 O sinner, sinner, you better pray,
Death's goin' to lay his cold icy hands on me,
Or your soul'll get lost at the judgment day,
Death's goin' to lay his cold icy hands on me.

Refrain:
Crying, "O Lord!" crying, "O my Lord!"
Crying, "O Lord!"
Death's goin to lay his cold icy hands on me.

2 And if you get there before I do,
Death's goin' to lay his cold icy hands on me.
Tell all my friends I'm a coming too;
Death's goin' to lay his cold icy hands on me. [Refrain]

3 Some people think I have no grace,
Death's goin' to lay his cold icy hands on me.
But I'll see Jesus face to face,
Death's goin' to lay his cold icy hands on me. [Refrain]

Folk Songs of the American Negro (No. 1), 1907