A Memorial Souvenir of Rev. T. Wofford White Pastor of Wesley M. E. Church, Charleston, S. C., Who fell asleep, January 7th, 1890, Aged 33 Years |
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Brother White.
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 | A Memorial Souvenir of Rev. T. Wofford White |  |
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Brother White.
G. C. R.
We laid him away at sunset,
At the close of a glorious day—
The pastor beloved of many hearts,
The guide to the Living Way.
At the close of a glorious day—
The pastor beloved of many hearts,
The guide to the Living Way.
His life had been one of service,
For the Saviour's honor given;
To the sick and poor and sin-defiled,
The Evangel of Hope and Heaven.
For the Saviour's honor given;
To the sick and poor and sin-defiled,
The Evangel of Hope and Heaven.
With power he had preached the Gospel,
And many were constrained
Through the vital force of Gospel truth,
To accept the life contained.
And many were constrained
Through the vital force of Gospel truth,
To accept the life contained.
In works of love unwearied;
With strength the race he ran;
His cup of usefulness ran o'er;—
A noble, Christian man.
With strength the race he ran;
His cup of usefulness ran o'er;—
A noble, Christian man.
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Death saw the shining target,
And sealed him for the grave,
We saw him fade before our sight,—
No mortal power could save.
And sealed him for the grave,
We saw him fade before our sight,—
No mortal power could save.
While on the verge of Jordan,
He said with glowing face:
“The gift of God—Salvation—
Through faith are ye saved by grace.”
He said with glowing face:
“The gift of God—Salvation—
Through faith are ye saved by grace.”
He fell with faith undaunted
Beneath the mighty arm
Of Death, the King of Terrors,
His soul felt no alarm.
Beneath the mighty arm
Of Death, the King of Terrors,
His soul felt no alarm.
In state, before the altar,
Of Wesley, he was laid,
And loving people gathered round
To hear the last words said.
Of Wesley, he was laid,
And loving people gathered round
To hear the last words said.
And many a tender tribute,
Was laid upon his bier,
By brethren, in whose inmost heart
His memory is dear.
Was laid upon his bier,
By brethren, in whose inmost heart
His memory is dear.
We bore him from the Chapel,
Amidst the people's wail,
A great, good man has fallen;
How doth the righteous fail!
Amidst the people's wail,
A great, good man has fallen;
How doth the righteous fail!
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But no; he faileth never!
'Tis true his sun is set;
But its blest, hallowed radiance,
Lingers to cheer us yet.
'Tis true his sun is set;
But its blest, hallowed radiance,
Lingers to cheer us yet.
Then came the long procession,
Shekinah's funeral hymn,
“So mote it be,” they murmur,
“God's will is done” in him.
Shekinah's funeral hymn,
“So mote it be,” they murmur,
“God's will is done” in him.
They scatter sprigs of cedar,
And speak of the grave so lone;
Then sing in tones exultant,
“Our brother, safe at home.”
And speak of the grave so lone;
Then sing in tones exultant,
“Our brother, safe at home.”
So we laid him away at sunset,
At the close of a glorious day,
The pastor beloved, of many hearts,
A guide to the Living Way.
At the close of a glorious day,
The pastor beloved, of many hearts,
A guide to the Living Way.
January 9th, 1890.
| A Memorial Souvenir of Rev. T. Wofford White | |