Harriet Tubman's Return to Freedom Seekers

Hail, oh hail, ye happy spirits, Death no more shall make you fear, Grief nor sorrow, pain nor anguish, Shall no more distress you dere. Around Him are ten thousand angels Always ready to obey command; Dey are always hovering round you, Till you reach de heavenly land. Jesus, Jesus will go wid you, He will lead you to his throne; He who died, has gone before you, Trod de wine-press all alone. He whose thunders shake creation, He who bids de planets roll; He who rides upon the tempest, And whose scepter sways de whole. Dark and thorny is de pathway, Where de pilgrim makes his ways; But beyond dis vale of sorrow, Lie de fields of endless days.