The time is swiftly rolling on

The time is swiftly rolling on

Author: B. Hicks
Published in 12 hymnals

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1 The time is swiftly rolling on When I must faint and die; My body to the dust return, And there forgotten lie. My little children, near my heart, And nature seems to bind; It grieves me sorely to depart And leave you all behind. 2 Let persecution rage around, And antichrist appear, My silent dust beneath the ground, There’s no disturbance there. Though I can never come to thee; Let not this grieve your heart; For you will shortly come to me, Where we shall never part.

Source: The Sacred Harp: the best collection of sacred songs, hymns, odes, and anthems ever offered the singing public for general use (1991 rev.) #570

Author: B. Hicks

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First Line: The time is swiftly rolling on
Author: B. Hicks
Language: English

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