Farewell

How swift­ly the years of our pil­grim­age fly

As weeks

months and sea­sons roll si­lent­ly by;

Our days are soon num­bered

and death sounds our knell;

We scarce know our friends till we bid them fare­well.

I’ll bid you fare­well

I’ll bid you fare­well;

I’ve begged and per­suad­ed

but can not com­pel;

I’ll bid you fare­well

I’ll bid you fare­well;

Till judg­ment day

there­fore

I’ll bid you fare­well.

The right­eous and wick­ed move swift­ly along

In crowds to the grave

both the old and the young;

The good rise to Heav­en

the bad sink to hell;

They take on life’s verge an eter­nal fare­well.

To you

fel­low Christ­ians

I turn with de­light;

The grave can not harm you

your fu­ture is bright;

Be faith­ful and hum­ble

temp­ta­tions re­pel;

You’ll soon leave this world with a smil­ing fare­well.

Farewell

fel­low sin­ners

I’m free from your blood;

My mes­sage de­liv­ered

I leave you with God;

I’ve begged and per­suad­ed

but can not com­pel;

Till judg­ment day

there­fore

I bid you fare­well.