_God knows it's time, it's time, it's time, That a sinner was makin' up his min' It's time, it's time he was makin' up his min' to die._ A sinner was walkin' off his time, his time, An' when my God call him he did not have the _time_, God know it was time, it was time, it was time for him to die. Again the words of the righteous to the sinner are driven home by repetition, and, by a dark and dismal picture, O hell is deep an' hell is wide, O hell is deep an' hell is wide, O hell is deep an' hell is wide, O hell ain't got no bottom or side. Well before I lay in hell all day, hell all day, Well before I lay in hell all day, hell all day, Well before I lay in hell all day, hell all day, I goin' to sing an' pray myself away, self away. O sinner don't you let this harves' pass, harves' pass, O sinner don't you let this harves' pass, harves' pass, O sinner don't you let this harves' pass, harves' pass, Do you die an' got to hell at las', hell at las'. The sinner may be a _gambler_ or a _dancer_ or a _rogue_ or a _drunkard_. But each name has the same signification in the religious phraseology of the negro song. There are various ways of _repenting_ and of _serving the Lord_ just as there are as many ways of offending and sinning against him. "Workin' on the Building" appeals to the average negro. If I wus a sinner man, I tell you what I'd do, I'd lay down all my sinful ways an' work on the building, too. _I'm workin' on the building fer my Lord, Fer my Lord, fer my Lord, I'm workin' on the building fer my Lord, I'm workin' on the building, too._ If I wus a gamblin' man, I tell you what I'd do, I'd lay down all my gamblin', an' work on the building, too. If I was a ho-munger, I tell you what I'd do, I'd lay down all my munglin' and work on the building, too. And so he sings for the _dancer_ and the _drunkard_ and the "_cussin' man_." So in another song the negro sings of the _sinners_ and _mourners_. If I wus a mourner jus' like you, 'u-m-u', I'd go to church an' try to come thru', 'um-u'. When I was a mourner, um-u', jus' lak you, I prayed an' prayed till I come thru, um-u'. Upon de mountain King Jesus spoke, um-u', Out of his mouth come fier an smoke, um-u'. Now mourner won't you please come on, um-u', An' join us in that heavenly lan', um-u'. In the "Downward road is crowded" a mournful picture is given of the sinner who failed to repent. His example is held up for the contemplation of those who are following in his steps. Young people who delight in sin, I tell you what I lately seen, A po' godless sinner die, An' he said: "In hell I soon'll lie." _Hark, the downward road is crowded, crowded, crowded, Yes the downward road is crowded with onbelievin' souls._