Lines

Lines

Farewell - we go! we go!

"Brethren, tell us whiter?

" Murmuring long and low,
In her heathen woe,

Asia calls us thither!

Sad Afric loads the gale

With her prayerful weeping;

For the mission sail,
Till the stars prevail,

Still her lone watch keeping.

Does the proud Moslem sign?

Haste! - show his blinded nation -

Hope that cannot die -
Heaven, our home on high -

Jesus, our salvation.

We go - Farewell! Farewell!

"Brethren, tell us whither?"

Hark! yon village bell,
With its tuneful swell,

Sweetly warns us thither!

See, from their pastures fair,

Flocks are onward pressing,

For a shepherd's care -
For a teacher's prayer -

For a pastor's blessing.

Farewell! with joyful feet

We'll bear salvation's story;

Brethren, may we meet
At the Judgment seat,

With our crowns of glory!

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1:37, p. 4

1837.09.16