Come, on, my friends, and go with me,
For I am on my journey home.
My Savior welcomes you with me
To live where joys are ever known.Come, go with me to that fair land
Where ceaseless ages roll.
Saw this awesome lady last night at the Hamilton, my first time going, and she played this tune, variously known as “Clyde Waters,” “Drowned Lovers,” and “The Mother’s Malison” from her recent album taking on the Child Ballads:
This version’s pretty good too:
Not many years their rounds shall roll,
Each moment brings it nigh,
Ere all its glories stand revealed,
To our admiring eye.
Ye wheels of nature speed your course,
Ye mortal pow’rs, decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.Ye weary, heavy-laden souls,
Who are oppressed and sore,
Ye trav’lers through the wilderness
To Canaan’s peaceful shore.
Though chilling winds and beating rains,
The waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding you,
Take courage and be bold.Though storms and hurricanes arise,
The desert all around,
And fiery serpents oft appear,
Through the enchanted ground.
Dark nights and clouds and gloomy fear —
And dragons often roar —
But while the gospel trump we hear,
We’ll press for Canaan’s shore.
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God,
But servants of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
Alas! And did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die?I have but one more river to cross,
And then I’ll be at rest.Would He devote His sacred head,
For such a worm as I?I have but one more river to cross,
And then I’ll be at rest.
