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DYING PREACHER The time is swiftly rollin' on When I must faint and die My body to the dust returned And there forgotten lie My lovely wife, my bosom friend, The object of my love, The times was sweet I spent with you, My sweet an' harmless dove. An' oft-times you have looked for me, An' oft-times seen me come, But I must shortly part from thee An' nevermore return. My little children near my heart, Who nature seems to bind, It sure does grieve me to depart An' leave you all behind. My brother preachers, boldly speak, An' stand on Zion's wall, Revive the strong, confirm the weak, An' after sinners call. From Ozark Folk-Songs, Randolph See also HCKSFRWL @death @religion filename[ DYPREACH TUNE FILE: DYPREACH CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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