O when I git to heaven goin' sit an' tell, Three archangels gwine er ring dem bells. Two white angels come a walkin' down, Long white robes an' starry crown. What's dat yonder dat I see? Big tall angel comin' after me. The negro makes a terrible picture of the day of judgment. For him it means everything that could possibly happen at the end of the world. It is the destruction of the sinner and the glory of the righteous. Nor does he hesitate to affirm that the Christian in heaven will shout amen to the sinner's damnation. The sinner will see his mother and friends in heaven while he is doomed to hell. It serves as a warning theme for the song more than it indicates reality of thought. But here is a part of his picture: My Lord what a morning when de stars begin to fall, You'll see de worl' on fire, You'll see de moon a bleedin' an' De moon will turn to blood, Den you'll see de elements a meltin', You'll see de stars a fallin', O yes, de stars in de elements a fallin', An' de moon drips way in blood, When God goin' call dem childuns from de distant lan', Den you see de coffins bustin', Den you see de bones a creepin', Den you see po' sinner risin', Den you hear de tombstones crackin', An' you see de graves a bustin', Hell an' seas gwine give up their daid, Den you see de forked lightenin', Den you hear de rollin' thunder, Earth shall reel an' totter, Hell shall be uncapped, De dragon be loosed, Don't you hear them sinners cryin'? Such a scene vividly told of at a revival and sung to the associations of the moment is too much for the average negro; the sinner cries for mercy and turns to a Christian; the latter sings: "Fare you well po' sinner" and A mighty sea of glass mingled wid fier, Good-bye, brother, I'm goin' higher. Along with the scenes which are associated with the resurrection and judgment go the sadder strains of the "mourners"; "weepin' mournin', cry'n'"--these will be much in evidence. A study of the songs that follow will give some idea of the emotional nature of the themes and music. The negroes sing sympathy. "Weepin' Mary, weep no mo'"--"Mary wept, Martha cried", why can't they too? "Now ain't dis hard trial and tribulation?" He sings often in his songs of hard times and trials. "When you see me," he says, "pity me." "Nobody knows de trubble I seen" but "I boun' to leave dis worl'; Fare you well, dere's a better day comin'." His prayers are more pathetic than his songs; his appeals interpret the spirit of song and of worship. But one would scarcely look for a more pathetic wail than that of the negro who sings Sometimes I hangs my head an' cries, But Jesus goin' to wipe my weep'n' eyes.