Classic Poem

1

I hear the Gospel's joyful sound,
An organ I shall be,
For to sound forth redeeming love,
And sinner's misery.

2

Honor'd parents, fare you well,
My Jesus doth me call,
I leave you here with God until
I meet you once for all.

3

My due affections I'll forsake,
My parents and their house,
And to the wilderness betake,
To pay the Lord my vows.

4

Then I'll forsake my chiefest mates
That nature could afford,
And wear the shield into the field,
To wait upon the Lord.

5

Then thro' the wilderness I'll run,
Preaching the gospel free;
O be not anxious for your son,
The Lord will comfort me.

6

And if thro' preaching I shall gain
True subjects to my Lord,
'Twill more than recompence my pain,
To see them love the Lord.

7

My soul doth wish mount Zion well,
Whate'er becomes of me;
There my best friends and kindred dwell,
And there I long to be.