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Come ye youth of Boston town
the mournfull news youl hear
the pious youth though just come on
Shall Quickly Disappear
She Always did appear to be
A chosen child of god
he gave her grace that set her free
She loved his holy word
In Wisdoms ways she always went
or gave a just record
for every sin she should repent
And fly unto the Lord
She like a lamb or mournful dove
She silently did cry
Dear Jesus come ye from above
My soul on the rely
She did confirm the Holy word
to youth that live in sin
to Leave that way and serve the Lord
that Christ may take them in
She going the way of all the Earth
her nature doth decay
Dear Jesus send her thy relief
And help her now to pray
Not many days before the word
her panting heart did fly
She thus prayed unto the Lord
And met a fresh reply
Come Blessed Jesus now look down
have mercy on my soul
and thus forgive the ills Ive done
and Quickly send thy call
Soon after setting of the Sun
that ruler of the day
God sent his greatfull summons down
to fleet her soul away
Shes gone were all Gods children are
Shes gone from us tis true
Shes gone to Christ were angels share
And bid the world adieu
this Blessed youth hath sen the day
that Nations fear to try
the Lord hath fetch her soul away
to taste Eternity
twas from the dust at the first award
Yea from the Earth she came
And to the dust though in the Lord
Go Earth to Earth again
She is past the glomy vail of Death
Recievd that Blessed fall
Where angels stand for to attest
Admittance to her soul
While parent stood with drooping head
his tears ran dreeping down
Blest angels did perfume the bed
he soul with glory crown
Why should ye mourn ye parent now
Why should your heart repine
With holy sob with whom ye vow
be always of that mind
Twas god that gave our pious one
tis God that takes away
twas God that sent his summons down
to taste Eternal day
the mournful Bell Begins to tole
to trace her to the ground
Dear Jesus doth possess her soul
though we have felt the wound
Come ye mourners now and see
the place of her abode
turn dust to dust and let it be
She sleepeth in the Lord
Dear Hutchinson is dead and gone
and left a memorial
and as a child that is newborn
she lov'd God's Holy soil
Now glory be unto the Lord
and blessed be his name
Come follow now his holy word
until you meet again
Compos'd by Jupiter Hammon
A negro belonging to Mr. Joseph Lloyd
of Queens Village on Long Island
August the 10th 1770
Phebe Townsend
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