I have no home or stay with you; I'll take my staff and travel on, Till

a bet-ter world do view, I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll

land on Canaan's shore, Where pleasures never end, Where troubles come no more.

1 Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone,
I have no home or stay with you;
I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world do view.
I'll march to Canaan's land,

I'll land on Canaan's shore;
Where pleasures never end,

Where troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell,
My loving friends, farewell.

2 Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortals' care or bliss;
I leave you here and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
I'll march, &c.

3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
Το you I'm bound in cords of love;
Yet we believe his gracious word,
That soon we all shall meet above.
I'll march, &c.

4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross,

You've struggled long and hard for heav'n,
You've counted all things here but dross,
Fight on, the crown shall soon be giv'n.
I'll march, &c.
Fight on, &c.

5 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too,
It grieves my heart to leave you here,
Eternal vengeance waits for you;
O turn, and find salvation near.
I'll march, &c.

O turn, &c.

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The Pilot. C. M.

1. O for a breeze of heavenly love, To waft my soul a

low,To steer thro' life's tempestuous sea, Where winds do stormy blow.

1

O for a breeze of heavenly love,
To waft my soul away
To the celestial world above,
Where pleasures ne'er decay.

2

Eternal Spirit, deign to be
My pilot here below,

To steer thro' life's tempestuous sea,
Where winds do stormy blow.

3

From rocks of pride on either hand,
From quicksands of despair;
O guide me safe to Canaan's land,
Through ev'ry latent snare.

4

Anchor me in that port above,
On that celestial shore,

Where dashing billows never move.
Where tempests never roar.