While I in pain and sorrow lie,
Knowing that I must shortly die;
My cup of life almost drank up,
The drugs I find a bitter sup.

This makes me feel resigned to go
And leave this world and all below -
And then to meet my God above,
Who is my hope, my trust, my love.

Sorely afflicted here with pain,
But none so great as that of sin;
Each chast’ning stroke I kiss the rod,
And know its good when sent from God.

My soul doth magnify the Lord -
My hope, my all is in His word;
Its anchored fast within the vail,
And he has said shall never fail.

A few more days, or months at most,
I hope to join that heavenly host -
And sing free grace for all he’s done
Through the rich merits of his Son.

To pain and sorrow I bid adieu -
No persecution to go through -
No trials or temptations see -
My theme shall glory, glory be.

My brethren dear, and sisters too,
I now must bid you all adieu -
I think of past time, joy and love,
When meeting at Orchard Gap Grove.

Farewell my little children, dear,
I leave you in God’s holy care;
May he sustain you by his grace,
And keep each member in its place.

Farewell my kind, my tender love -
I hope that we shall meet above;
Trust in the Lord, your blessed friend,
He will be with you to the end.

By Peter Lucas
Written a short time before his death.

Signs of the Times
Volume 27, Number 18; October 1, 1859

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.