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    A
  
  
    SISTER'S
  
  
    FAREWELL.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    D.
  
    "Suffer
  
  
    little
  
  
    children,
  
  
    and
  
  
    forbid
  
  
    them
  
  
    not,
  
  
    to
  
  
    come
  
  
    unto
  
  
    me;
  
  
    for
  
  
    of
  
  
    such
  
  
    is
  
  
    the
  
  
    kingdom
  
  
    of
  
  
    heaven.
  
  
    For
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    resurrection
  
  
    they
  
  
    .
  
  
    .
  
  
    .
  
  
    are
  
  
    as
  
  
    the
  
    angels
  
  
    of
  
  
    God
  
  
    in
  
  
    heaven."-Mat.
  
  
    19:14;
  
  
    22:30.
  
    A.
  
  
    J.
  
  
    McLendon,
  
  
    1905.
  
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    F
  
  
    Major.
  
    A. J.
  
  
    McLendon,
  
  
    1905
  
    1.
  
  
    Fare-well,
  
  
    dear
  
  
    broth-ers,
  
  
    fare
  
  
    you
  
  
    well,
  
  
    Pray
  
  
    do
  
  
    not
  
  
    weep
  
  
    for
  
  
    me,
  
  
    I'm
  
  
    go - ing
  
  
    home
  
  
    with
  
  
    Christ
  
  
    to
  
  
    dwell
  
  
    Through-out
  
  
    e
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter
  
  
    -
  
  
    ni
  
  
    -
  
  
    ty
  
    2.
  
  
    Dear
  
  
    sis
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter,
  
  
    thou
  
  
    art
  
  
    left
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    lone,
  
  
    But
  
  
    thou
  
  
    art
  
  
    kind
  
  
    and
  
  
    true,
  
  
    And
  
  
    when
  
  
    God
  
  
    calls
  
  
    you
  
  
    to
  
  
    come
  
  
    home,
  
  
    I
  
  
    hope
  
  
    to
  
  
    meet
  
  
    you,
  
  
    too.
  
    3.
  
  
    Dear
  
  
    fa-ther,
  
  
    you've
  
  
    been
  
  
    kind
  
  
    to
  
  
    me,
  
  
    When
  
  
    I
  
  
    was
  
  
    young
  
  
    and
  
  
    wild,
  
  
    But
  
  
    now,
  
  
    dear
  
  
    fa
  
  
    -
  
  
    ther,
  
  
    do
  
  
    not
  
  
    weep,
  
  
    For
  
  
    -
  
  
    give
  
  
    your
  
  
    lov
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing
  
  
    child.
  
    4.
  
  
    My
  
  
    lov - ing
  
  
    moth
  
  
    -
  
  
    er,
  
  
    fare
  
  
    you
  
  
    well,
  
  
    But
  
  
    do
  
  
    not
  
  
    fear
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    larm,
  
  
    The
  
  
    Sav
  
  
    -
  
  
    iour
  
  
    dear
  
  
    is
  
  
    ev
  
  
    -
  
  
    er
  
  
    near,
  
  
    To
  
  
    shield
  
  
    you
  
  
    from
  
  
    all
  
  
    harm.
  
    When
  
  
    I
  
  
    get
  
  
    home
  
  
    to
  
  
    that
  
  
    bright
  
  
    world,
  
  
    And
  
  
    meet
  
  
    my
  
  
    Saviour
  
  
    there,
  
  
    And
  
  
    all
  
  
    the
  
  
    loved
  
  
    ones
  
  
    gone
  
  
    be-fore,
  
  
    I'll
  
  
    no
  
  
    more
  
  
    shed
  
  
    a
  
  
    tear
  
    Thus
  
  
    we'll
  
  
    sur-round
  
  
    the
  
  
    great
  
  
    white
  
  
    throne,
  
  
    And
  
  
    dwell
  
  
    for
  
  
    -
  
  
    ev
  
  
    -
  
  
    er
  
  
    there,
  
  
    And
  
  
    sing
  
  
    God's
  
  
    praise
  
  
    thro'
  
  
    endless
  
  
    days,
  
  
    From
  
  
    sor-row,
  
  
    pain
  
  
    and
  
  
    care
  
    O
  
  
    may
  
  
    we
  
  
    all
  
  
    to
  
  
    -
  
  
    geth
  
  
    er
  
  
    meet,
  
  
    And
  
  
    shout,
  
  
    and
  
  
    praise
  
  
    and
  
  
    sing
  
  
    Hal
  
  
    -
  
  
    le
  
  
    -
  
  
    lu
  
  
    -
  
  
    jah
  
  
    then
  
  
    to
  
  
    our
  
  
    God.
  
  
    Our
  
  
    Sa-viour
  
  
    and
  
  
    our
  
  
    King.
  
    Yet
  
  
    may
  
  
    we
  
  
    meet
  
  
    and
  
  
    be
  
  
    com-plete,
  
  
    With
  
  
    all
  
  
    the
  
  
    blood-washed
  
  
    throng.
  
  
    And
  
  
    cast
  
  
    our
  
  
    crown
  
  
    at
  
  
    Je
  
  
    -
  
  
    sus
  
  
    feet,
  
  
    And
  
  
    sing
  
  
    re-demp-tion's
  
  
    song.
  
    Prof,
  
  
    A.
  
  
    J.
  
  
    McLendon,
  
  
    who
  
  
    is
  
  
    the
  
  
    author
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    tune
  
  
    and
  
  
    words,
  
  
    wrote
  
  
    the
  
  
    same
  
  
    in
  
  
    memory
  
  
    of
  
  
    Bertha
  
  
    B.
  
  
    Brantly,
  
  
    youngest
  
  
    daughter
  
  
    of
  
  
    Mr.
  
  
    and
  
  
    Mrs.
  
  
    J.
  
  
    D.
  
    Laminack.
  
  
    Professor
  
  
    McLendon,
  
  
    at
  
  
    this
  
  
    time,
  
  
    1909,
  
  
    resides
  
  
    in
  
  
    Carroll
  
  
    county,
  
  
    Ga.
  
  
    He
  
  
    has
  
  
    composed
  
  
    several
  
  
    tunes,
  
  
    and
  
  
    has
  
  
    successfully
  
  
    taught
  
  
    a
  
  
    number
  
  
    of
  
  
    singing
  
    schools.
  
  
    He
  
  
    is
  
  
    a
  
  
    member
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    Cnattahoochee
  
  
    Singing
  
  
    Convention,
  
  
    and
  
  
    for
  
  
    some
  
  
    time
  
  
    was
  
  
    its
  
  
    president.
  
  
    He
  
  
    helped
  
  
    to
  
  
    organize
  
  
    the
  
  
    United
  
  
    Sacred
  
  
    Harp
  
  
    Musical
  
  
    As-
  
    sociation
  
  
    several
  
  
    years
  
  
    ago.
  
  
    He
  
  
    loves
  
  
    music,
  
  
    and
  
  
    often
  
  
    leads
  
  
    the
  
  
    great
  
  
    musical
  
  
    conventions
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    country.
  
  
    Copyright,
  
  
    1909,
  
  
    by
  
  
    A.
  
  
    J.
  
  
    McLendon.