#1
My time is swiftly on When I must faint and My body to the dust And there lie. Let persecution rage And appear; My dust beneath the ground; no disturbance there.
To poor sinners to repent And their Savior dear. My brother preachers, boldly And stand on wall. Confirm the drunk, confirm the And sinners call.
My wife, my bosom friend, The of my love, The time's been sweet spent with you, My and harmless dove, My little near my heart My affections know. From the path will I attend. O from can I go?!
O God, a to them be And them from all harm, That they may love and worship And dwell Thy charm. How often you have fer me And often me come. But now I must depart from And return.
My loving wife, don't fer me, lament nor mourn; Fer I will my Jesus be And upon his charm.
#2 The time is rolling on When I must and die, My body to the dust And there lie. Let persecutions around, Let appear; Beneath the and silent ground no disturbance there.
Through heats and I've toiled and went And wandered in To call poor to repent And seek the dear.
My preachers, boldly speak And stand on wall. Confirm the strong, the weak, And sinners call.
My little children, my heart, And nature to bind, It grieves me sorely to And you here behind.
Oh Lord, a father to be And them from all harm That may love and worship Thee And upon Thy charm.
My wife, my bosom friend, The of my love, The time's sweet I spent with thee, My sweet, my dove.
Though I now depart from thee Let this not grieve heart, For you will come to me Where we never part.