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Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone

Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone

Tune: PILGRIM'S FAREWELL
Published in 8 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

1.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone,
I have no home or stay with you;
I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view.
I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end, and troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell.

2.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss,
I'll leave you here and travel on
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end, and troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell.

3.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, dear brethren in the Lord,
To you I'm bound with cords of love
But we believe his gracious word,
We all ere long shall meet above,
I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end, and troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell.

4.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, ye blooming sons of God,
Sore conflicts yet remain for you;
But dauntless keep the heavenly road
Till Canaan's happy land you view
I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end, and troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell.

The Southern Harmony

Text Information

First Line: Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone
Meter: 12.12.12.12.8.8.8.8
Source: Dover Selection p. 195
Language: English

Timeline

Instances

Instances (1 - 1 of 1)

The Sacred Harp #185

Include 7 pre-1979 instances
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