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Drummond

Southern Harmony no. 196

First Line:	Away from his home and the friends of his youth
Composer:	Rev. Samuel Wakefield
Source:	Rev. Wm. Hunter
Meter:	11s
Notes:	Treble by Wm. Houser. "Tell my brethren that I died at my post."--Last words of Rev. Thomas Drummond.
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1. Away from his home and the friends of his youth,
   He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth,
   For the love of the Lord, and to seek for the lost;
   Soon, alas! was his fall--but he died at his post,
   (Repeat previous line).

2. The stranger's eye wept, that in life's brightest bloom
   One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb;
   For in order he led in the van of the host,
   And he fell like a soldier--he died at his post,
   (Repeat previous line).

3. He wept not himself that his warfare was done;
   The battle was fought, and the victory won:
   But he whispered of those whom his heart clung to most,
   "Tell my brethren, for me, that I died at my post,"
   (Repeat previous line).

4. He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse;
   He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse;
   But he asked, as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,
   That his brethren might know that he died at his post,
   (Repeat previous line).

5. Victorious his fall--for he rose as he fell
   With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell;
   He has passed o'er the stream, and has reached the bright coast,
   For he fell like a martyr--he died at his post,
   (Repeat previous line).

6. And can we the words of his exit forget?
   Oh no! they are fresh in our memory yet:
   And example so brilliant shall never be lost,
   We will fall in the work--we will die at our post,
   (Repeat previous line).
    

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