The Dying Californian

Lyrics

Lay up nearer, brother, nearer,
For my limbs are growing cold,
And thy presence seemeth nearer
When thine arms around me fold.

I am dying, brother, dying,
Soon you’ll miss me in your berth,
For my form will soon be lying
’Neath the ocean’s briny surf.

I am going, surely going,
But my hope in God is strong;
I am willing, brother, knowing
That He doeth nothing wrong.