#1
My time is swiftly on I must faint and die; My body to the return And there lie. Let rage around And Antichrist My silent dust the ground; no disturbance there.
To call poor sinners to And their Savior dear. My brother preachers, speak And stand on wall. Confirm the drunk, the weak And after call.
My wife, my bosom friend, The of my love, The time's sweet l've spent with you, My and harmless dove, My little children my heart My warm know. From the path will I attend. O them can I go?!
O God, a father to be And them from all harm, they may love and worship Thee And dwell Thy charm. How you have looked fer me And seen me come. But now I must depart thee And return.
My loving wife, grieve fer me, lament nor mourn; Fer I will with my be And dwell his charm.
#2 The time is rolling on When I must and die, My body to the return And there lie. Let persecutions around, Let Antichrist Beneath the cold and ground There's no there.
Through heats and I've toiled and went And wandered in To call sinners to repent And seek the dear.
My brother preachers, boldly And stand on wall. Confirm the strong, the weak, And sinners call.
My little children, my heart, And seems to bind, It grieves me sorely to And leave you behind.
Oh Lord, a father to be And keep them all harm That they may and worship Thee And upon Thy charm.
My wife, my bosom friend, The of my love, The time's been sweet I with thee, My sweet, my dove.
Though I now depart from thee Let not grieve your heart, For you shortly come to me Where we shall part.