Farewell, my friends, I must be gone,
I have no home nor stay with you,
I’ll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view.
O heav’n, sweet heav’n, I long for thee!
O when shall I get there?
Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss;
I’ll leave you here and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
To you I’m bound in cords of love;
If we believe his gracious word,
We all ere long shall meet above.