Companion, 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!
Only a prayer, only a tear,
O if sister and mother were here;
Only a song, ’twill comfort and cheer,
Only a word from that Book so dear.
Ah! can you not bow and pray with me now?
Sad the regret, we have never learned how
To come before Him, who only can save,
Leading in triumph thro’ death and the grave.
And can you not sing a song of His love,
How He came down from the mansions above,
To bleed and to die on Calvary’s tree,
Bringing salvation to sinners like me?
Alas! it is so, but thus it must be;
No word of comfort or promise for me;
To die without God or hope in His Son,
Covered in darkness, bereaved and undone.
O 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 thro’ grace?