Halleluyer to the Lam', Goin' on down to Jordan, Lord God's on that givin' han', Goin' on down to Jordan. _Goin' down to Jordan, Goin' down to Jordan, I got my breas'plate, sword an' shield, Goin' down to Jordan, Boldly mar chin' thru' the field, Goin' on down to Jordan._ I plucked one block out'n satan's wall, Goin' on down to Jordan, I heard him stumble an' saw him fall, Goin' on down to Jordan. Ole satan's a liar an' a conjurer, too, Goin' on down to Jordan, If you don't mind he'll conjure you, Goin' down to Jordan. Ole satan mad an' I am glad, He missed a soul he thought he had. Ole satan thought he had me fast, Broke his chain an' I'm free at last. I've landed my feet on Jordan's sho', Now I'm free forever mo', _Goin' on down to Jordan_. Something has been observed about the negro's attitude toward the crucifixion. The old songs asked: "Wus you dere when dey crucified my Lord? When dey put the crown of thorns on?" and other scenes. In some of the songs the negroes sang "_I wus_ dere when", etc., while still others only affirm the facts. The songs of the present generation of negroes are less vivid and less full of feeling for the suffering of the Master. Some of the verses are similar to those of the plantation songs. He carried his cross, he carried his cross, Up Zion hill, up Zion hill, He carried his cross, he carried his cross, Up Zion hill, up Zion hill, He carried his cross up Zion hill, Zion hill, Zion hill. They put on him the thorny crown (3), Then they nail my Jesus down, They nail him down, nail him down, nail him down, They lif' the cross high in the air (3), To show the worl' how they nail him there, How they nail him there, nail him there, nail him there. A peculiar corruption of this song represents the prodigal son as being in the place of Christ; now it is the prodigal, now it is the Lord. It indicates the manner of the development of many of these songs, and shows something of the insignificance of the words on the minds of the singers. He sings with his holy laugh: Yes, the prodigal son come home, ha, ha, Yes, the prodigal son come home, ha, ha, The prodigal son come home by hisself. An' they nail him to the cross, ha, ha, An' they nail him to the cross, ha, ha, An' they nail him to the cross on that day. An' the blood come runnin' down, ha, ha, The blood come runnin' down, ha, ha, An' the blood come runnin' down, on that day. An' they kill the fat'nin' calf, ha, ha, An' they kill the fat'nin' calf, ha, ha, They kill the fat'nin' calf on that day. An' they carried my Lord away, ha, ha, An' they carried my Lord away, ha, ha, They carried my Lord away, by hisself.