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My Father calls me to his arms,
And willingly I go:
With cheerfulness I bid farewell
To ev'ry thing below.
My tender parents, kind and dear,
I bid farewell to yon;
Though nature feels, and I can find
'Tis hard to say, adieu!
Ye friends and kindred loved me much,
Ye hold me near your heart.;
And still I feel that I can love,
And find it hard to part.
Ye brothers, sisters, me you love,
And love I also feel;
I see your tender passions move—
Your grief you can't conceal.
But do not weep or grieve for me;
You know I must go home;
I was upon a visit here,
And now I must return.
Farewell, thou world, with all thy toys!
For thou hast been to me
A world of transitory joys,
Of sin and vanity.
Now I rejoice to leave this world
Of sorrow, sin, and pain:
I know I'm washed in Jesu's blood,
And shall a crown obtain,
I'm going to my heavenly friend,
My Jesus and my all:
He calls to take me to his arms—
I will obey the call.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LLOYD
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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
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