When ol' Sis' Judy pray,
The tears come stealing down my cheek,
The voice of God within me speaks;
I see myself so poor and weak,
Down on my knees the cross I seek,
When ol' Sis' Judy pray.

When ol' Sis' Judy pray,
The thunders of Mt. Sinai
Come rushing down from up on high
The devil turns his back and fly
While sinners loud for pardon cry,
When ol' Sis' Judy pray.

When ol' Sis' Judy pray,
Hard sinners tremble in their seat
To hear her voice in sorrow repeat
(While all the church does sob and weep)
"O Shepherd, these, the poor lost sheep!"
When ol' Sis' Judy pray.

When ol' Sis' Judy pray,
The whole house it does rock and moan
To see her tears and hear her groan;
There's something in Sis' Judy's tone
That melts all hearts though made of stone
When ol' Sis' Judy pray.

When ol' Sis' Judy pray,
Salvation's light comes pouring down
It fills the church and all the town
Why, angels' robes go rustling round
And heaven on the earth is found
When ol' Sis' Judy pray.

When ol' Sis' Judy pray,
My soul goes sweeping up on wings,
And loud the church with "Glory!" rings,
And wide the gates of jasper swings
Till you hear harps with golden strings
When ol' Sis' Judy pray . . .