| Song | My Days Are Gliding Swiftly By |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 3 |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
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| Tags | My Days Are Gliding Swiftly By |
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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 Labour.
For, Oh! 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 Waiting 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 Naught 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,
Forever, Oh! Forever.
