757. C. M. Anonymous. Death of a Teacher.
1 Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell!
For we shall meet no more
Till we are raised with thee to dwell
On Zion's happy shore.
2 Our friend and brother, lo! is dead!
The cold and lifeless clay
Has made in dust its silent bed,
And there it must decay.
3 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell, --
Soon we shall rise to thee;
And when we meet, no tongue can tell
How great our joys shall be.
4 No more we'll mourn thee, parted friend,
But lift our ardent prayer,
And every thought and effort bend
To rise and join thee there.