Sung by: W.P. Detherow
Recorded in Batesville, AR, 7/14/52

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Companions, draw nigh; they say I must die.
Early the summons has come from on high.
The way is so dark, and yet I must go;
Oh, that such sorrow you never may know.

Chorus: Only a prayer, only a tear,
Oh, if sister and mother was here!
Only a song to comfort and cheer,
Only a word from that book so dear.

Why can you not bow and pray with me now?
Sadly regret, we have never learned how
To come before him who only can save,
Leading in triumph to death in the grave.


Alas it is so, and thus it must be
No word of pardon or promise for me.
To die without God, or hope in His Son,
Covered in darkness, bereaved and undone.


Oh, people of God, who have his blest word,
Will you not heed the command of your Lord,
And publish to all of Adam's lost race
Pardon, forgiveness, salvation through grace?


Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #609.

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