Hicks' Farewell

The time is swiftly drawing on

When I must faint and die

My body to the dust return

And there forgotten lie

Through heat and cold I've toiled and went

And wandered in despair

To call poor sinners to repent

And seek their savior dear

My brother preachers, fare you well

Your fellowship I love

In time no more I shall you see

But soon we'll meet above

My little children near my heart

Whom nature seems to bind

It grieves me sorely to depart

And leave you here behind

My loving wife, my bosom friend

The object of my love

The time's been sweet I spent with you

My sweet, my harmless dove

Though now I must depart from you

Let this not grieve your heart

For you and I will shortly meet

Where we will never part