"Shout along, children,
Shout along, children,
Hear the dying Lamb!
Take your nets and follow me,
For I died for you upon the Tree!
Shout along, children," &c.
Newport News, 1861.
Shout along, children! time has come for shouting!
Shout along, and march along to victory, undoubting!
Lift above the cannon's roar Freedom's hosannas—
Shout, till echo thunders back from all the far Savannahs.
Shout along, children!
Shout along, ye little ones! Strong man rejoices!
Soar above the tearful breaks, tremulous faint voices!
Clear as the bugle's blast ring through Creation,
God will smite the cures Himself, and rescue the Nation.
Shout along, children!
Shont along, ye silent ones! oh, lift the troubled faces!
Raise the song and gird the sword, impotent of Races!
Men calls you Men to-day, Men by man's token,
Troubled brain and heavy heart! Yea, be it spoken.
Shout along, children!
Shout along, victorious! fearless and faster!
Walks along the stormy food, Jesus the Master!
"Take your nets and follow me;" follow fast, brothers!
Old men and little maids, young babes and mothers.
Follow on, children!
Shout along! the Time is yours. Room, far as Heaven.
Shout along! the strong chain of Hell's forge is riven.
Hallelujah! shout along!—Where ring the voices?
Who says the heart of God in man's work rejoices?
Shout along, children!
Shout along! the mute men—dumb but for sighing—
Take your nets and follow me! the maimed men and dying;
Look aloft! the blind men—as sight came at saying.
Who can work the miracles? who's brave at praying?
Shout along, children!
God! through the fire and smoke surely Thon speakest!
Lo, where transfigured stand poorest and weakest!
Slow of heart, Redemption sets the dumb singing!
Earth sends the echo up, the Heavens are ringing!
Shout along, children!