My dear, only daughter, who in life’s early years,

Has gone to the grave, and has left me in tears.

The words of her parting, were, Jesus is mine;

He’ll save, and I shall in his own likeness shine.

To God be all glory; Heaven’s opened to me;

I shall rise with the saints, and immortal shall be.

My brothers, be wise and obey Heaven’s laws;

Seek the Saviour to please and to honor his cause;

Rest not till you know all your sins are forgiven,

Oh! fail not, my brothers, to meet me in Heaven.

My mother, be ready to meet me that day,

Nor mourn that here with you no longer I stay.

Prepare for the trouble that soon is to come—

Who then will enjoy his own loved quiet home?

I die in the Lord, from my labors to rest

With the dead, of whom it is said, “They are blest.”

For me bid farewell to the loved and the true,

May we meet where is heard no mournful adieu.

My mother, I’m dying, but Jesus is here;

With him I have nothing of evil to fear.

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