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