Text: | My days are gliding swiftly by |
Author: | Nelson |
1 My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and danger.
Chorus:
For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over,
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.
2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our heavenly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let every lamp be burning.
3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing:
That perfect rest naught can molest
Where golden harps are ringing.
4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each chord on earth to sever;
Our King says, Come, and there's a home,
For ever, oh, for ever.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My days are gliding swiftly by |
Author: | Nelson |
Refrain First Line: | For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand |
Meter: | 8s & 7s P |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Spiritual Songs; The Shining Shore |