| Song | The Days That Glide So Swiftly |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | The Days That Glide So Swiftly |
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The Days That Glide So Swiftly Down The Highway
Of The Past Are Filled With Many Weary Hours Of Pain,
But The Love Of God Grows Stronger,
As The Waiting Hour Seems Longer,
And Though Silent Be My Voice,
My Longing Heart Repeats The Strain
Nearer, My God To Thee,
Nearer To Thee
Each Moment Brings Me Nearer To The Time
When I Must Leave The Scenes Of Earth That Seem So Dear To Me
But The Sight Of Home Is Clearer,
And My Hope Of Heaven Dearer,
Than The World And All Its Glory,
And Its Wealth Could Ever Be.
Nearer, My God To Thee,
Nearer To Thee
So Let The Ransomed Of The Lord Repeat
The Song Of Trust, And Lean The Harder On The Word Of God
On Its Promises Abiding
As A Refuge ‘Neath It Hiding,
Travel Bravely On The Highway
That The Saints And Martyrs Trod
Nearer, My God To Thee,
Nearer To Thee
