Hicks' Farewell, Lyric Variant 03
 


Citation

Hicks, Berryman Theodore, 1778-1839, “Hicks' Farewell, Lyric Variant 03,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed December 30, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31581.


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Title

Hicks' Farewell, Lyric Variant 03

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Spirituals (Songs)--United States
Clergy--Songs and music
Last words--Songs and music
Farewells--Songs and music
Death--Songs and music

Alternative Title

The Dying Father's Farewell, Hick's Farewell, The Minister's Last Goodbye

Creator

Hicks, Berryman Theodore, 1778-1839

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

The Dying Preacher

My brother preacher boldly 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.

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Religious Songs - 530 Randolph, 617

File name

113_HicksFarewell_Lyric_03