Parting of ministers.

NOW, brethren, though we part, And to our homes repair— May we be true, and join'd in heart, Like friends of Jesus are.

Oh, let us still proceed In Jesus work below; And, foll'wing our triumphant Head, To further conquests go.

The vineyard of the Lord Before his lab'rers lies; And, lo we'll see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies.

Oh, let our heart and mind With ev'ry day ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end.

When all our toils are o'er, Our suff 'ring and our pain; We'll meet on that celestial shore, And never part again.