Ye weary heavy laden souls,
Who are oppress’d and sore,
Ye trav’lers thro’ the wilderness
To Canaan’s peaceful shore.
Tho’ chilling winds, and beating rains,
The waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding you,
Take courage and be bold.

Farewell my brethren in the Lord,
Who are from Canaan bound,
And should we never meet again
Till Gabriel’s trump shall sound.
I hope that I shall meet you there,
On that delightful shore,
In mansions of eternal bliss,
Where parting is no more.

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