God sent to Hezekiah
A message from on high,
"You better set your house in order,
For you must surely die."
He turned to the wall in weeping,
We see him there in tears,
He got his business fixed all right,
God spared him fifteen years.
There's a little black train a-coming,
Fix all your business right.
There's a little black train a-coming,
And it may be here tonight.
Go tell that ballroom lady
All dressed in the worldly pride
That death's dark train is coming,
Prepare to take a ride.
I see that train with engine
And one small baggage car.
Your idle thoughts and your wicked deeds
Will stop at the judgement bar.
There's a little black train a-coming,
Fix all your business right.
There's a little black train a-coming,
Prepare to take a ride.
That poor young man in darkness
Cared not for the gospel light
Till suddenly he heard the whistle blow
And the little black train in sight.
"Oh Lord, will you not spare me?
I see my wicked plight.
Have mercy, Lord, upon me,
Please come and set me right."
But death had fixed its shackles
Upon his soul so tight,
Before he got his business fixed
The little black train in sight.
There's a little black train a-coming,
Fix all your business right.
There's a little black train a-coming,
And it may be here tonight.
