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