The summons of death.

How solemn the signal I hear! The summons that calls me away; In regions unknown to appear, How shall I the summons obey? What scenes in that world shall arise, When life's latest sigh shall be fled, And darkness has seal'd up mine eyes, And deep in the dust I am laid?

No longer the world can I view, The scenes which so long I have known; My friends, I must bid you adieu, For here I must travel alone; Yet here my Redeemer has trod, His hallowed footsteps I know; I'll trust for defense to his rod, And lean on his staff as I go.

Dear Shepherd of Israel, lead on, My soul follows hard after thee; The phantoms of death are all down, When Jesus my Shepherd I see. Dear brethren and sisters, I go To wait your arrival above; Be faithful, and soon you shall know, The triumphs and joys of his love.