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Away from his home and the friends of

Away from his home
and the friends of his youth,
He hasted, the herald
of mercy and truth,
For the love of the Lord,
and to seek for the lost;
|: Soon, alas! was his fall—
but he died at his post. :|

The stranger's eye wept,
that in life's brightest bloom
One gifted so highly
should sink to the tomb;
For in order he led
in the van of the host,
|: And he fell like a soldier—
he died at his post. :|

He wept not himself
that his warfare was done;
The battle was fought,
and the victory won:
But he whispered of those
whom his heart clung to most,
|: "Tell my brethren, for me,
that I died at my post." :|

He asked not a stone
to be sculptured with verse;
He asked not that fame
should his merits rehearse;
But he asked, as a boon,
when he gave up the ghost,
|: That his brethren might know
that he died at his post. :|

Victorious his fall—
for he rose as he fell
With Jesus, his Master,
in glory to dwell;
He has passed o'er the stream,
and has reached the bright coast,
|: For he fell like a martyr—
he died at his post. :|

And can we the words
of his exit forget?
Oh no! they are fresh
in our memory yet:
And example so brilliant
shall never be lost,
|: We will fall in the work—
we will die at our post. :|

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Meter: 11 11 11 12 12
      Bible Refs:
      Name: DRUMMOND
      Meter: 11 11 11 12 extended
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