He sings, too, "I goin' to put on my long white robe", "We'll try on de slippah shoe an' wear de golden belt". Again he sings of his doings in the _morning_, _noontime_, and _midnight_. In the morning--um-u', In the morning--um-u', In the morning--um-u', I goin' put on my golden shoes. In the midnight--um-u', In the midnight--um-u', In the midnight--um-u', I goin' put on my long white robe. Talk about it--um-u', Talk about it--um-u', Talk about it--um-u', I goin' wear that starry crown. The angels and Jesus wear the starry crown and long white robes; there will be no separating line between us and God in the new world. "Oh how I long to go dere, too", sang the old negroes. Now he pictures again the appearance of Jesus. Jesus, he wore the starry crown, Jesus he wore the starry crown, Jesus he wore the starry crown, starry crown. How does you know he wore the crown? How does you know he wore the crown? How does you know he wore the crown? wore the crown? For the Bible it tell me so, For the Bible it tell me so, For the Bible it tell me so, tell me so. Then, too, Jesus "he wore the long white robe, for the Bible it tell me so." More than the _world_ or _riches_ or _dress_ the singer claims he values the treasures of heaven. In this assertion he is doubtless sincere, both because he is thinking only of his religious state while he sings, and because he has little opportunity for obtaining these earthly riches. Says he: I don't care fur riches, Neither dress so fine, Jes' giv' me my long white robe, An' I want my starry crown. _For my Lord done bin here, Done bless my soul an' gone away._ Po' man goin' to heaven, Rich man goin' to hell, For po' man got his starry crown, Rich man got his wealth. This "ole worl' bin a hell to me" indicates the contrast between the everyday life of the world and that which the negro will enjoy after death. In his eagerness and impatience to rest in the "promise lan'," the negro does not always think kindly of the world and he does not care even though "Death is in dis lan'." Ever since my Lord has set me free, _Death is in dis lan'_, This ole worl' bin a hell to me, _Death is in dis lan'_. _I'm so glad death is in dis lan', I'm so glad death is in dis lan'._ O run 'long mourner 'n git yo' crown, _Death is in dis lan'_, By yo' father's side set down, _Death is in dis lan'_. Some er dese mornin's bright and fair, _Death is in dis lan'_, Gwin'r hitch on my wings an' try de air, _Death is in dis lan'_.