See Gideon marching out to fight, I mean to go! He had no weapon but a light, I mean to go! _Chorus_ He took his pitcher and a lamp, And stormed with ease the Midian camp. I’ve listed during all this war, Content to have a soldier’s fare. The war is all my soul’s delight, I love the thickest of the fight. The hottest fight is just begun, And who will stand and never run? We want no cowards in our band, We call for valiant-hearted men. Fight on, ye conq’ring souls, fight on, Until the conquest you have won. I have some friends before me gone, And I’m resolved to travel on. Farewell, vain world, I’m going home, My Savior smiles and bids me come. I’ll tell you what I mean to do, I mean to go to glory too. The song bears the name of “Rev. J. K. Tinkham” as its purveyor to the _Revivalist_. A version of the spiritual song, as sung at about the same time (in the 1870’s) by the negroes, is in Marsh, No. 85, under the title ‘Down by the River’. Another by the same title is in Dett, p. 55; and still another in Dett, p. 74. No. 183 I’M GOING HOME or I DON’T CARE TO STAY HERE LONG, OSH 282 Pentatonic, mode 3 (I II III — V VI —) [Music] Farewell, vain world, I’m going home, My Savior smiles and bids me come, And I don’t care to stay here long. Sweet angels beckon me away To sing God’s praise in endless day, And I don’t care to stay here long. Right up yonder, Christians, Away up yonder; O yes, my Lord, For I don’t care to stay here long. Further stanzas of the text are given under ‘Golden Harp’. This tune was recorded for the 1850 edition of the _Sacred Harp_, evidently by the Georgian, Leonard P. Breedlove. No. 184 ROLL JORDAN, OSH 501 Pentatonic, mode 3 (I II III — V VI —) [Music] He comes, he comes, the Judge severe, Roll, Jordan, roll; The seventh trumpet speaks him near, Roll, Jordan, roll. I want to go to heav’n, I do, Hallelujah Lord; We’ll praise the Lord in heav’n above, Roll, Jordan, roll. His lightnings flash, his thunders roll, Roll, Jordan, roll; How welcome to the faithful soul, Roll, Jordan, roll. Charles Wesley wrote the text. According to Lightwood, p. 132, it is a parody on a popular secular song which celebrated Admiral Vernon’s return to England after taking Portobello in 1739. Its first stanza is: He comes! He comes! The hero comes! Sound your trumpets, beat your drums! From port to port let cannons roar His welcome to the British shore.