The day I lay beneath the spray,
Do not weep for me.
For when I hear my Master’s call,
I’ll sing with jubilee.
The leaves of victory will don my brow,
The golden streets I’ll trod.
Dearest ones I leave for now,
And join Him whom angels laud.
Lay on my casket, that garb of white,
Come gather ‘round me near.
Bestow upon me, my last rite,
Stand firm and shed no tear.
Recall the tools of our trade,
And give the Creator his due.
Live by the Obligations made,
That reminds us to be true.
Uprightly travel through the land,
While dividing your time well.
Explain to all the evergreen and sand,
Encouraging words, always do tell.
So when the role is called up yonder,
Will you part with all things square?
Brethren please, these thoughts do ponder,
Upon the level, we’ll meet there.
By Bro. Letney Head
Do not weep for me.
For when I hear my Master’s call,
I’ll sing with jubilee.
The leaves of victory will don my brow,
The golden streets I’ll trod.
Dearest ones I leave for now,
And join Him whom angels laud.
Lay on my casket, that garb of white,
Come gather ‘round me near.
Bestow upon me, my last rite,
Stand firm and shed no tear.
Recall the tools of our trade,
And give the Creator his due.
Live by the Obligations made,
That reminds us to be true.
Uprightly travel through the land,
While dividing your time well.
Explain to all the evergreen and sand,
Encouraging words, always do tell.
So when the role is called up yonder,
Will you part with all things square?
Brethren please, these thoughts do ponder,
Upon the level, we’ll meet there.
By Bro. Letney Head