The Dying Preacher
My brother preacher bodly speaks
And stands on Zion’s walls,
T’revive the strong,confirm the weak
And after sinners call.
My brothers,fare you well.
Your fellowship I love.
In time no more, I shall see you,
But soon we’ll meet above.
My little children near my heart
And nature seems to bind.
It grieves me sorely to depart,
And leave you all behind.
O Lord,a Father to them be,
And keep them from all harm.
That they may love and worship Thee
And dwell upon the charms.
My loving wife, my bosom friend,
The object of my love,
The time’s been sweet I’ve spent with you
My sweet and harmless dove.
My loving wife, don’t grieve for me,
Neither lament nor mourn.
For I shall with my Savior be,
When you are left alone.
How often you have looked for me,
And often seen me come,
But now I must depart from thee
And never more return.
For I can never come to thee,
Let not this grieve your heart.
For you will shortly come to me
Where we shall never part.