The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1893-10-22
Parson Brown of Jepthatown.
BIZ s. wHYBREw. OF RICHMOND. Va.


Since there's a crown for every one.
May they to thy kingdom come"
And now, my friends, II may be late
For some OF you to reach the gate;
But j, your Pastor, tell you true,
That there's a heavenly crown for YOU
But many things you've done before
You must repent and do no more.
There's mighty works for you TO do
In Jephthatown, and elsewhere, too.
The widows tears. the orphans cry
Have not concerned you passing by;
The oxen which trod out your corn
You've muzzled well from night till morn
The blessings which God doth provide
You do not with Gods poor divide;
Your guilty hearts could truly name
Some things which should put you to
shame;
II they In ink were written down,
You'd say, L don't deserve the crown
Why will you thus your hopes destroy
BY bartering gold for mere alloy?
o comet all ye Of Jephthatown
And make secure your golden crownr'
The Parson raised his fearful face
And then besought the throne OF grace:
30 Holy Ghosts come down, come down
To my people here in Jephthatown!
Let maid and matron, son and sire
Be filed with pentecostal fire!
All other things for which we pray
In daily prayer, we pass to-day;
All else forgot-ye Heavenly Host.
Ye Father Son and Holy Ghost.
Thy name be everywhere adored-
Let Jephthatown now see the Lordg'
Amens to this invocation
Came from men OF every station;
Deacons to the altar went
To penitential tears gave vent
BY impulse strange a score or more
Began the Father to implore;
For the Holy Ghost had now come down
| TO the little church at Jephthatown.
The Parsons eyes were dim with tears
For this he'd labored many years.
"Come. sing" he said. with heart and
| voice,
| All We who do with me rejoice:
| praise God from wnom all blessings now
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, We heavenly host,
/
| Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost!
GLORY. gloryw cried Parson Brown,
GLORY to God for a golden crown!
Let Jesus name be here adored;
You and l will have one Lord;
one faith and one baptism we
VIII have to all eternity.
Well cast our crowns at Jesus feet
| And praise him for the mercy seat.
Now round the sacramental board
Wen take the Supper OF the Lord
Come. Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove.
And let the feast be lasting love "
This is his body" the Pastor said,
Take and eat his broken bread;
| He died for thee, he died for thee,
He died for me- he died for me.
This is his blood, his precious blood;
Drink we Of the crimson flood;
Twas shed for thee, twas shed for thee,
Twas shed for me, twas shed for me.
/ say to thee we shall no more
| Drink this wine of earthly store
With me, for there's a heavenly crown
Awaits the man OF Jephthatown.
For mel Yes, and for all, l say
who walk the straight and narrow way
Drink it; as oft as we drink it down
| Remember the blood that bought the
! crown;
Rememberw-the Pastor family said
Raising his hand 10 his aching head.
| Then feebIy on his chair sat down
He'd gone TO wear his golden crown.
In the church-yard now at Jephthatown
There stands q mound shaped Ike a
| crown,
And on the headstone white and clean,
This Inscriptions plainly seen:
Here lies the clay OF Psrson Brown
Who wears in heaven golden crown"