The Dying Minor Boy



Companions draw nigh; they say I must die.



Early the summons has come from on high.



The way so dark and yet I must go.



Oh!  that such sarrow you never may know.  



Chorus



Only a prayer, only a Tear.



Oh!  if sister and mother were hear.  



Only a song to comfort and cheer,



Only a word from that Book so dear.





Companions draw nigh and xhearx pray with me now. 



Oh!  what a pity we never learned how 



To come  into Him who only can save,



Leading in triumph through death and the grave.





Oh! people of God who trust in his word 



Will you  not heed the command of your Lord



And  publish abroad to Adam’s lost race,



Parden, mercy, salvation by grace.





(From a MS. Written in 1905 and belonging to Mary Alice Hoover’s 

grandmother)