| My time is swiftly rolling on
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| When I must faint and die;
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| My body to the dust return
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| And there fergotten lie
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| Let persecution rage around
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| And Antichrist appear;
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| My silent dust beneath the ground;
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| There’s no disturbance there
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| To call poor sinners to repent
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| And seek their Savior dear
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| My brother preachers, boldly speak
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| And stand on Zion’s wall
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| Confirm the drunk, confirm the weak
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| And after sinners call
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| My loving wife, my bosom friend
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| The object of my love
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| The time’s been sweet l’ve spent with you
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| My sweet and harmless dove
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| My little children near my heart
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| My warm affections know
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| From each the path will I attend
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| O from them can I go?!
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| O God, a father to them be
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| And keep them from all harm
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| That they may love and worship Thee
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| And dwell upon Thy charm
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| How often you have looked fer me
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| And often seen me come
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| But now I must depart from thee
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| And nevermore return
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| My loving wife, don’t grieve fer me
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| Neither lament nor mourn;
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| Fer I will with my Jesus be
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| And dwell upon his charm
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| Version #2
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| The time is swiftly rolling on
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| When I must faint and die
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| My body to the dust return
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| And there forgotten lie
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| Let persecutions rage around
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| Let Antichrist appear;
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| Beneath the cold and silent ground
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| There’s no disturbance there
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| Through heats and cold I’ve toiled and went
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| And wandered in despair;
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| To call poor sinners to repent
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| And seek the Savior dear
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| My brother preachers, boldly speak
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| And stand on Zion’s wall
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| Confirm the strong, revive the weak
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| And after sinners call
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| My little children, near my heart
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| And nature seems to bind
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| It grieves me sorely to depart
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| And leave you here behind
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| Oh Lord, a father to them be
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| And keep them from all harm
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| That they may love and worship Thee
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| And dwell upon Thy charm
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| My loving wife, my bosom friend
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| The object of my love
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| The time’s been sweet I spent with thee
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| My sweet, my harmless dove
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| Though I must now depart from thee
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| Let this not grieve your heart
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| For you will shortly come to me
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| Where we shall never part |