Brethren, Bless the Lord- Spiritual 1892

Bethren, Bless The Lord
"Bredderin, Bress de Lawd!"
Spiritual- Reverend Washington Ham 1892

Brethren Bless The Lord/Bredderen Bress De Lawd 

Tradtional Old-Time, Gospel and bluegrass gospel;

ARTIST: Reverend Washington Ham from "Tales of a Garrison Town" by Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton, Craven Langstroth Betts published in 1892

CATEGORY:
Traditional and Public Domain Bluegrass Gospel;

DATE: probably 1892;

RECORDING INFO: Brethren Bless The Lord

"Tales of a Garrison Town" by Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton, Craven Langstroth Betts published in 1892

OTHER NAMES: Bredderen Bress De Lawd 

SOURCES: "Tales of a Garrison Town" by Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton, Craven Langstroth Betts published in 1892

NOTES: "Bredderen Bress De Lawd" or "Brethren Bless The Lord" is an African-American spiritual found in "Tales of a Garrison Town" by Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton, Craven Langstroth Betts published in 1892. It's written in heavy dialect, and could be updated and used:

Into the water marched the Reverend Washington Ham, his black bombazine robe floating proudly around him, while after him followed the candidates for baptism. One by one they were dipped under by the powerful arm of the revivalist, and as each came out dripping and sputtering, the little army of enthusiasts broke forth in a hymn which owed its inspirational fervor to the gifted Washington himself:

1. Yuh's candy-dates fur de udder worl'

Bredderin, bress de Lawd!
De man an' de missus, de boy an' de girl:        
Bredderin, bress de Lawd !
On Johdan's banks yuh've tooken yuh stan',
An' yuh's waitin* fer de ferry to de udder lan':
Oh, come, my brudder, give us yuh han' :
Bredderin, bress de Lawd!

2. Ole Moses he trabbel a lonesome way:

Bredderin, bress de Lawd!
De chillun uv Isrul dey go astray:        
Bredderin, bress de Lawd!
Dey's got no use fer mistakes in Hebben,
But dey'll let ye in if de hour's elebben
Out of de furniss bake sebben times sebben:        
Bredderin, bress de Lawd ! 

The concluding notes of the hymn had died away, and up to this time the party of the Reverend Persimmons Jones had not moved nor said a word.