No kindred or relative nigh;
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb,
My soul flew to mansions on high.
“O tell my companion and children most dear,
To weep not for me now I’m gone;
The same hand that led me through scenes most severe,
Has kindly assisted me home.
“And there is a crown that doth glitter and shine,
That I shall for evermore wear;
Then turn to the Savior, his love’s all divine,