Dying from Home, and Lost

Companion

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

O if sis­ter and mo­ther were here;

Only a song

’twill com­fort and cheer

Only a word from that Book so dear.

Ah! can you not bow and pray with me now?

Sad the re­gret

we have nev­er learned how

To come be­fore Him

who on­ly can save

Leading in tri­umph thro’ death and the grave.

And can you not sing a song of His love

How He came down from the man­sions above

To bleed and to die on Cal­va­ry’s tree

Bringing sal­va­tion to sin­ners like me?

Alas! it is so

but thus 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.

O peo­ple of God

who have His blest Word

Will you not heed the com­mand of your Lord?

And pub­lish to all of Ad­am’s lost race

Pardon

for­give­ness

sal­va­tion thro’ grace?