The elders called.

MY brethren dear, I've call'd you here, Oh, will you pray with me? I feel and know I soon must go; May I prepared be. Upon my head, as James hath said. The oil in faith apply; And pray the Lord, with one accord, That I on him rely.

And then when I am called to die, And from you parted be, The God above to meet in love, And Christ, my Savior, see.

Soon, friends, to you I'll bid adieu; You'll soon come after me; Then may we join the heav'nly throng, And ever blessed be.