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.
|First Line:||The time is swiftly rolling on|
|Title:||Farewell to All (Second)|
|Author:||B. Hicks (1832)|
|Meter:||C. M. D.|