Hick’s Farewell - The Chieftains

My brother preachers fare you well
Your fellowship I love
In time no more I shall see you
But soon we'll meet above
My little children near my heart
And nature seems to bind
It grieves me sorely to depart
And leave you all behind
My loving wife don't grieve for me
Neither lament nor mourn
For I shall with my jesus be
When you are left alone
My loving wife my bosom friend
The object of my love
The time's been sweet I've spent with you
You sweet and harmless dove
The time is swiftly rolling on
When I must faint and die
My body to the dust return
And there forgotten lie
Let persecution rage around
Let antichrist appear
My silent dust beneath the ground
There's no disturbance here