1 Dear friends farewell, I go to dwell
With Jesus Christ, on high;
There for to sing praise to my King
To all eternity.
2 While I've been here you have been dear,
I've always found you kind;
But now through grace, I quit this place,
And leave you all behind.
3 Weep not for me, for here you see
My trials have been great;
But now ('tis true) I bid adieu,
And change my mournful state.
4 'Twill not be long before the throng
Will all together be;
And you that know the Lord, below,
Shall then your Savior see.
5 There we shall join in songs divine,
God's holy name shall praise;
And view Christ's smiles, forget the toils
Of these few evil days.
6 There we shall stand at his right hand,
And in his presence dwell;
And him adore, forevermore,
So brethren, now farewell.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
|First Line:||Dear friends, farewell, I go to dwell|
|Title:||A Dying Saint's Farewell|