Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Away from his home and the friends of his youth
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> SW
Tune: He Died at His Post
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 306, click to see hymnal pages
A-way from his home and the friends of his youth,
He hast-ed, the her-ald of mer-cy and truth;
For the love of his Lord and to seek for the lost;
Soon, a-las! was his fall, but he died at his post,
Soon, a-las! was his fall, but he died at his post.
The stranger's eye wept, that, in life's brightest bloom,
One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb;
For in ardor he led in the van of the host,
And he fell like a soldier-he died at his post.
He wept not himself that his warfare was done,
The battle was fought and the victory won;
But he whispered of those whom his heart clung to most,
"Tell my brethren, for me, that I died at my post."
He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse,
He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse;
But he asked as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,
That his brethren might know that he died at his post.
Victorious his fall-for he rose as he fell,
With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell;
He has passed o'er the stream, and has reached the bright coast,
For he fell like a martyr-he died at his post.
And can we the words of his exit forget?
O no! they are fresh in our memory yet:
An example so brilliant shall never be lost,
We will fall in the work-we will die at our post.