#1
My time is rolling on When I must and die; My to the dust return And fergotten lie. Let persecution rage And appear; My dust beneath the ground; There's no there.
To call poor to repent And their Savior dear. My preachers, boldly speak And stand on wall. Confirm the drunk, confirm the And after call.
My loving wife, my friend, The of my love, The time's sweet l've spent with you, My and harmless dove, My little near my heart My warm know. From the path will I attend. O them can I go?!
O God, a to them be And keep from all harm, That may love and worship Thee And dwell Thy charm. How often you have fer me And seen me come. But now I must from thee And return.
My wife, don't grieve fer me, Neither nor mourn; Fer I will my Jesus be And dwell his charm.
#2 The time is rolling on When I faint and die, My body to the dust And forgotten lie. Let rage around, Let appear; Beneath the cold and ground no disturbance there.
Through heats and I've toiled and went And in despair; To poor sinners to repent And seek the dear.
My preachers, boldly speak And on Zion's wall. Confirm the strong, the weak, And after 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 from all That they may and worship Thee And dwell Thy charm.
My loving wife, my friend, The of my love, The been sweet I spent with thee, My sweet, my dove.
Though I now depart from thee Let this not your heart, For you will come to me we shall never part.