347. Brethren, farewell, I do you tell

Brethren, farewell, I do you tell,
I’m sorry to leave, I love you so well.
Now I must go, where I don’t know,
Wherever Christ leads me the trumpet to blow.

Here I have worked, labored awhile,
But labor is sweet if Jesus doth smile.
When I am done, I will go home
Where Jesus is smiling and bids me to come.

Text Information
First Line: Brethren, farewell, I do you tell
Publication Date: 1960
Tune Information
Name: CHRISTIAN'S FAREWELL



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