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L. M.
Pilgrim’s farewell.
Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal care or bliss;
I leave you here to travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
Chorus.—Farewell, farewell, farewell,
My Christian friends, farewell.
2 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
To you I’m bound in cords of love,
Yet we believe his gracious word,
That we ere long shall meet above.
3 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross,
You’ve struggled long and hard for heaven,
You’ve counted all things here but dross,
Fight on, the crown will soon be given.
4 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too,
It grieves my soul to leave you here.
Eternal sorrow waits for you,
O turn, and find salvation near.