| Song | My Days Are Gliding Swiftly By |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | My Days Are Gliding Swiftly By |
| Theme(s) | The New Life Trust And Joy |
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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.
We’ll Gird Our Loins, My Brethren Dear,
Our Distant Home Discerning;
Our Absent Lord Has Left Us Word,
Let Every Lamp Be Burning.
Should Coming Days Be Cold And Dark,
We Need Not Cease Our Singing;
That Perfect Rest Nought Can Molest,
Where Golden Harps Are Ringing.
Let Sorrow’s Rudest Tempest Blow,
Each Cord On Earth To Sever;
Our King Says, “Come,” And There’s Our Home,
For Ever, O! For Ever.
