Mow Cop Song

Transcription of Song in the Primitive Methodist Magazine by W Leslie

Children of those whose race is run,
Whose toil is past, whose battle won,
In reverent faith we gather here
With gracious thoughts of memories dear.
With gratitude we gather round
This sacred spot – this hallowed ground.

A cloud of witnesses surround
Our “Hill of God” this old Camp Ground,
And Jacob’s Ladder fades away
In brighter glory here to-day.
For God Himself is drawing near
And Heaven and earth are blended here.

The heroes of the mighty past
Around us here their mantles cast,
And with the blessing we receive
We shall our every Jordan cleave.
For God a double portion gives
To each who for His glory lives.

The glorious past – the present good
All meet us where our Fathers stood,
And brighter mornings yet unborn
Salute us in potential dawn.
The past is ours – the present too,
While faith brings coming bliss to view.

Enriched with every precious gift
We turn the loads of life to lift;
And worthy of a holy past
Our all upon the Altar cast,
Then go to preach the Christ who saves
And strike the chains from Satan’s slaves.

 References

Primitive Methodist Magazine1907/566