163b Burroughs
Farewell, farewell to all below, My Saviour calls and I must go; I launch my barque upon the sea, This land is not the land for me. And now my friends, both old and young, I hope in Christ you'll still go on; And if on earth we meet no more, Oh may we meet on Canaan's shore. I hope you'll all remember me, If you on earth no more I see; An int'rest in your prayers I crave That we may meet beyond the grave. |