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?
a. lightning
c. a trumpet
b. people crying
d. a train