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Show -'My Fajowell. Tho Sabbath day is drawing nigh-And nigh-And timu fs swiftly rolling by, When parted wo must be; My tout In a dlsttnt land shall dwell And to you all I bid farewell. And when you know that I am gone Shed not n tear for me ; Hut pray tor mo wlillo far from homo That 1 mny ever bo Guided )iy my father's hand, And t.tte to his cause bo found To do my duty w Ithout fenr And icnttcr blcBslngs around. Oft tluus together wo hnvo mot Here in this place eo dear, My truest friends nro witli mo yet, Your spirits' now nro nenr. Together hoie wo'to sat and sang, And praised our Satior's name, Hut when I wander far from homo I hopo we'll meet again. Oft tiinesngaiuin church may we, Or round the Jdresido bright Willi friends and neighbors nil agree, And stand (Irmly for tho right. You knpw I have been chosen To proclaim the truth to man, And I hopo I may bo proven, And return to raj' friends again. Then arotiso ye fellow laborers And to God's causo bo true, And lie will bless our efforts In all wc strhe to do. Once moro I bid you all farewell, nnd leave my mountain home, And trust I may In safety dwell When far from home I roam. And wlillo 1 bid you nil ndoe, My native land I prise, And hope' we may again renev Our friendship's holy ties. Edw. Southwick. |