Mountain Home, Ark. December 1963
Collected from: Gertrude Johnson Reel 436, Item 9
Collected by: Carolyn Wood
Dying From Home
Companions draw nigh they say I must die,
Early the summons has come from on high,
The way is so dark and yet I must go,
Oh, that such sorrow, you never may know.
Only a prayer, only a tear,
Oh if sister and mother were here,
Only a song will comfort and cheer,
Only a word from that Book so dear,
Ah, can you not bow and pray with me now,
Sad is the regret we have never learned how,
So come before him, who only can save,
Leading in triumph through death and the grave.
And can you not sing a song of his love,
Hoe he came down from his mansions above,
To bleed and to die on Calvary's tree, bringing salvation to sinners like me?
Alas ! is it so, out there it must be No word of comfort or promise for me,
To die without God or hope in his son,
Covered in darkness bereaved and undone.
Oh, people of God who have his blest word And publish to all of Adam's lost race Pardon, forgiveness, Salvation through grace.
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