arr. Eugene Thamon Simpson,
Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on! Hold on!
Noah, Noah, let me come in;
the doors are shut and all the windows pinned.
Noah said you done lost your track;
You can’t plow straight and keep looking back.
If you want to go to heaven let me tell you how:
just keep your hand on the gospel plow.
If that plow stays in your hand,
land you straight in the promised land.
Mary had a golden chain,
Every link spelled my Jesus’ name.
Keep on climbing and don’t you tire,
Every round goes higher and higher!
Keep your hand on the plow, and hold on!