By Fynn Titford-Mock
- C major
- Folk hymn
- Time signature
- Lloyd's Hymnal,
A majorization of Sacred Harp tune 125 Expression.
And now, my dear brethren, I bid you farewell,
I'm going to travel, glad tidings to tell,
Although for a while these vile bodies must part,
Cemented in love, we are still joined in heart
May heaven protect you, be Jesus your guide,
On the walls of Mount Zion may we still abide;
Though we live at a distance, and you I ne'er see,
On the banks of cold Jordan acquainted we'll be.
There all things are plenty, like Eden in bloom,
To those blissful mansions no sorrow can come,
Nor sin or temptation shall enter that place,
And there we shall join in a song of free grace.