4189. My Days Are Swiftly Gliding By

1. My days are gliding swiftly by;
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and labor.

Refrain
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 distant home discerning:
Our waiting Lord has left us word,
Let ev’ry lamp be burning. [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]

4. Let sorrow’s rudest tempest blow,
Each cord on earth to sever:
Our King says, Come, and there’s our home,
Forever, oh! forever. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: My days are gliding swiftly by
Title: My Days Are Swiftly Gliding By
Author: David Nelson (1835)
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Name: SHINING CITY
Composer: George Frederick Root (1855)
Incipit: 55112 31235 32161
Key: E Major
Copyright: Public Domain



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