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Farewell, my friends, I must be gone;
I have no home or stay with you;
I’ll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view.
I’ll march to Canaan’s land,
I’ll land on Canaan’s shore,
Where pleasures never end,
And troubles come no more.
Farewell, my loving friends, farewell.
Farewell, my friends,
time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss;
I’ll leave you and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
I’ll march to Canaan’s land,
I’ll land on Canaan’s shore,
Where pleasures never end,
And troubles come no more.
Farewell, my loving friends, farewell.
Farewell, dear brethren in the Lord,
To you I’m bound with cords of love;
But we believe His gracious Word,
We all ere long shall meet above.
I’ll march to Canaan’s land,
I’ll land on Canaan’s shore,
Where pleasures never end,
And troubles come no more.
Farewell, my loving friends, farewell.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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PILGRIM'S FAREWELL
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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