|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Dear friends, farewell! I do you tell,
Since you and I must part;
I go away, and here you stay,
But still we’re joined at heart.
Your love to me has been most free,
Your conversation sweet;
How can I bear to journey where
With you I cannot meet?
Brethren farewell, I do you tell,, Stanzas 1 & 2
I trust you’ll pray both night and day,
And keep your garments white;
For you and me that we may be
The children of the Light.
If you die first, anon you must,
The will of God be done;
I hope the Lord will you reward
With an immortal crown.
Brethren farewell, I do you tell,, Stanzas 5 & 6