1. We are passing, swiftly passing,
To the distant spirit land,
Old and young alike are going,
To the Jordan’s beaten strand;
One by one the dear ones vanish,
Passing to the other side,
Many hearts and forms we cherish,
O’er its surging billows glide.
2. Oft methinks I hear the boatman,
Hear the splashing of his oar,
Coming on to bear me homeward,
To the bright and golden shore;
Oft, by faith, I hear the chorus,
Catch the saints’ triumphal song,
And my spirit’s earnest longings
Would the glorious strains prolong.
3. But a few more days of sorrow,
And a few more sighs and tears,
Then will come the bright tomorrow,
Then will end my hopes and fears,
When the angel throng will meet me,
In the realms of endless day,
And the Savior, too, will greet me,
Wiping all my tears away.
We have little data on Fackler, except that he was a minister in Georgia - Blakely Baptist Church (formerly The Macedonia Missionary Baptist Church) in 1874.
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Display Title: Passing AwayFirst Line: We are passing, swiftly passingTune Title: MANITOBAAuthor: J. W. P. FacklerMeter: 87.87 DSource: Good News, edited by Rigdon M. McIntosh (Boston, Massachusetts: Oliver Ditson & Company, 1876)