Music: Farewell Hymn (Polly Gould) by Jeremiah Ingalls

Give ear to me ye sons of men,
Why stand ye gazing round my bed?
We all must die the Lord knows when,
And lie among the silent dead;
Tho' now in health, you all may die,
And turn to dust as soon as I.

Farewell my Father kind and dear,
I wish you well with all my heart.
Farewell my Mother kind and dear,
For you and I must shortly part;
My Jesus calls, and I will go,
And leave all earthly things below.

Farewell my Brothers kind and old,
Farewell my little Sisters too.
My cheeks are pale, my hands are cold,
And I must bid you all adieu;
Mremember me when dead and gone.

Farewell my neighbors, kind and free,
The happy hour is hast'ning on,
When you will say concerning me,
That Polly Gould is dead and gone.
The like will soon be said of you,
The way of virtue then pursue.

Adieu to all things here below ,
My treasure is above the sky.
My Savior calls and I will go,
And take possession bye and bye;
Dear Jesus come, delay no more,
I long to reach thy peaceful shore.