My Lord calls me, he calls me by the lightning; The trumpet sounds it in my soul, I hain’t got long to stay here. Tombstones are bursting, poor sinners stand trembling; The trumpet sounds it in my soul. I hain’t got long to stay here. Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus! Steal away, steal away home, I hain’t got long to stay here. — “Steal Away,” a slave song from the American south
Where was the person who sang this song hoping to go?
a.
to the next plantation
c.
back to Africa
b.
to heaven
d.
home to sleep