Hymns 4 - Farwell My Dear Brethren текст песни

1. Farewell, My Dear Brethren, The Time is At Hand
When we must be parted from this social band;
Our sev'ral engagements now call us away;
Separation is needful, and we must obey.

2. Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell for awhile.
We'll soon meet again if kind Providence smile,
But when we are parted and scattered abroad.
We'll pray for each other and trust in the Lord.

3. Farewell, younger brethren, just listed for war,
Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near;
Although you must travel this dark wilderness,
Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to rest.

4. Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell all around;
Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall sound;
To meet you in glory I give you my hand,
The Savior to praise in a pure social band.