Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#474

474. My days are gliding swiftly 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 danger:
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.
For now we stand on Jordan’s strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

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

4 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise,
Each cord on earth to sever:
There--bright and joyous in the skies,
There--is our home forever:
For now we stand on Jordan’s strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

Text Information

• First Line: My days are gliding swiftly by
• Meter: 8s & 7s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Blessedness: future, anticipated; Christians: their life and experience; Death: anticipation of; Pilgrimage of life
• Notes: Author from index: Nelson

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