1 My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as the fly,
Those hours of toil and danger:

Refrain:
For now we stand on Jordan's strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

2 Our absent King the watchword gave,
"Let every lamp be burning;"
We look afar across the wave,
Our distant home discerning. [Refrain]

3 Should coming days be dark and cold,
We will not yield to sorrow,
For hope will sing with courage bold,
"There's glory on the morrow." [Refrain]

4 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise,
Each chord on earth to sever,
There--bright and joyous in the skies--
There is our home forever. [Refrain]

Amen.