When Paul was part­ed from his friends
It was a weep­ing day;
But Je­sus made them all amends,
And wiped their tears away.

Ere long they met again, with joy,
Secure no more to part,
Where prais­es ev­ery tongue em­ploy,
And plea­sure fills each heart.

Thus all the preach­ers of His grace
Their child­ren soon shall meet;
Together see their Sav­ior’s face,
And wor­ship at His feet.

But they who heard the Word in vain,
Though oft, and plain­ly, warned;
Will trem­ble, when they meet again
The min­is­ters they scorned.

On your own heads your blood will fall
If any per­ish here;
The preach­ers, who have told you all,
Shall stand ap­proved, and clear.

Yet, Lord, to save them­selves alone,
Is not their ut­most view;
Oh hear their pray­er, Thy mes­sage own,
And save their hear­ers, too.