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 What does the person hear sounding in his soul? lightning b. people crying a. a trumpet a train d.
