Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Song
Date: 1814
Compiler: Elias Smith
Publisher/Printer: Elias Smith
First Line: Farewell my dear brethren the time is at hand
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Hymn Number: 9
Page Number: 013, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFarewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,
That we must be parted from this social band:
Our sev'ral engagements do call us away;
Separation is needful, and we must obey.
Farewell, loving Christians, farewell for a while;
We'll soon meet again if kind heav'n should smile;
And while we are parted and scatter'd abroad,
We'll pray for each other, and wrestle with God.
Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be discharg'd
The war is just ended, the treasure's enlarg'd;
With singing and shouting, though Jordan may sour;
We'll enter fair Canaan, and rest on the shore.
Farewell, ye young converts, who've listed for war,
Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near;
And though you must walk through this dark wilderness;
Your captain's before you, he'll lead you to peace.
The world, flesh, and satan, and hell all unite;
And bold persecutors will strive to affright;
Yet Jesus stands for you, he's greater than they;
Let this animate you to march on the way.
Farewell, seeking mourners, with sad broken heart;
O haste to know Jesus, and choose the good part;
He's full of compassion and mighty to love,
His arms are extended, your souls to receive.
Farewell, careless sinners, for you I do mourn;
To think on your danger, and you unconcern'd;
I've heard of a judgment, where all must appear,
O there you stand trembling with tormenting fear.
Your frolicks and pastime, in which you delight
Will serve to torment you in that dreadful fright,
You'll think on those sermons which you've had in vain,
When hope's gone forever, of hearing again.
Farewell, faithful pilgrims, farewell all around;
Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall sound,
To meet you in glory, I give you my hand;
The Saviour to praise in a pure social band.