Well Done Thy Faithful Servant
The messenger has come, He comes to set us free.
To Him whose love He reconciles, to thee He calls your name.
Patiently He waits for all; Patiently our Master calls; to run this race, He will not let us fail.
He calls for one and all to enter into judgment. He says my faithful son, enter now into thy place of rest, the heavens belong to thee, O holy child of God.
Your service to me is sweeter than honey, sweeter than any perfume. It smells like incense to my nostrils, I taste and smell it's good.
It pleases the One who called you from your youth.
I delight in you O holy child of God.
He receives you now to His embrace you servant of the Father, the author and finisher of your faith.
Well done thy good and faithful servant, well done. Enter now to thy place of rest, O holy child of God.
His tender mercies has come to thee, but you shall live again--to the heavens far above the clouds.
The Master calls to all someday, O holy children of God. Enter now to His loving embrace.
Our loving God for always.
Rest in peace Reverend Climenta Pinckney.
Written by Darna M. Poole