The Silver Chime ‎#47

47. The Shining Shore

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 O, 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 absent Lord has left us word,
Let ev'ry lamp be burning,
For O, 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 cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest, nought can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing,
For O, we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over,
And just before the shining shore
we may almost discover.

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each chord on earth to sever;
Our King says "come," and There's our home,
For ever, O, for ever!
For O, 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
• Title: The Shining Shore
• Refrain First Line: For O, we stand on Jordan's strand
• Publication Date: 1862
• Copyright: From the Sabbath Bell, by permission
• Notes: Now Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: [My days are gliding swiftly by]
• Key: G Major or modal
• Source: From the Sabbath Bell
• Copyright: From the Sabbath Bell, by permission
• Notes: Now Public Domain