Dying from Home, And Lost

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!

Oh, 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 through death and the grave!

Only a prayer, only a tear
Oh, if sister and mother were here!
Only a song, would comfort and cheer,
Only a Word from that Book, so dear

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

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

Only a prayer; only a tear
Oh, if sister and mother were here!
Only a song, could comfort and cheer,
Only a Word from that Book, so dear.