Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Fare ye well fare ye well my friends time rolls along
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: LM with chorus
Tune: Farewell
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 084, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFare ye well, fare ye well, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal care or bliss;
I leave you here to travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
Fare ye well, fare ye well, my brethren in the Lord,
To you I'm bound in cords of love;
Yet we believe his gracious word,
That we shall soon all meet above.
Fare ye well, fare ye well, old soldiers of the cross;
You've struggled long and hard for heaven,
You've counted all below but dross,
Fight on, the crown shall soon be given.
Fare ye well, fare ye well, poor careless sinner, too;
It grieves my soul to leave you here;
Eternal sorrow waits for you;
O, turn, and find salvation near.