Drummond
Southern Harmony no. 196
First Line: | Away from his home and the friends of his youth
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Composer: | Rev. Samuel Wakefield
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Source: | Rev. Wm. Hunter
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Meter: | 11s
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Notes: | Treble by Wm. Houser. "Tell my brethren that I died at my post."--Last words of Rev. Thomas Drummond.
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Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 103k]
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Midi: | [midi]
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1. 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,
(Repeat previous line).
2. 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,
(Repeat previous line).
3. 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,"
(Repeat previous line).
4. 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,
(Repeat previous line).
5. 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,
(Repeat previous line).
6. 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,
(Repeat previous line).
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