# Untitled (Hammon)

A tribute to Anne Hutchinson, a civil rights advocate. Recorded by Phebe Townsend, an acquaintance of Hammon's owners, the Lloyd family. Unpublished; rediscovered in 2015 in the Townsend family papers.
​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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