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FAREWELL
ANTHEM.
Concluded.
Hark!
hark!
my
dear
friends,
for
death
hath
called
me,
and
I
must
go, and
lie
down
in
the
cold
and
silent
grave,
Where
the
mourners
cease
from
mourning
Hark!
hark!
my
dear
friends,
for
death
hath
called
me,
And
I
must
go,
and
lie
down
in
the
cold
and
silent
grave,
Where
the
mourners
cease
from
mourning
and
the
pris'ner
is
set
free:
Where
the
rich
and
the
poor
are
both
alike.
Fare
you
well,
fare
you
well,
fare
you
well,
fare
you
well,
fare
you
well,
my
friends.
and
the
pris-ner
is
set
free,
Where
the
rich
and
the
poor
are
both
alike.
Fare
you
well,
fare
you
well,
fare
you
well,
fare
you
well,
fare
you
well,
my
friends.
"Southern
Harmony"
by
William
Wallker,
1835,
page
214.
It
is
also
in
the
Harp
of
Columbia
by
M.
L.
Swan,
page
219.
In
order
that
it
can
be
more
easily
sung
in
this
edition,
1911,
we
have
put
the
lines
or
words
of
the
verses
immediately
under
each
of
the
four
parts,
bass,
tenor,
alto,
treble.