The Sacred Harp ‎#570

570. The time is swiftly rolling on

1 The time is swiftly rolling on
When I must faint and die;
My body to the dust return,
And there forgotten lie.
My little children, near my heart,
And nature seems to bind;
It grieves me sorely to depart
And leave you all behind.
My little children, near my heart,
And nature seems to bind;
It grieves me sorely to depart
And leave you all behind.

2 Let persecution rage around,
And antichrist appear,
My silent dust beneath the ground,
There’s no disturbance there.
Though I can never come to thee;
Let not this grieve your heart;
For you will shortly come to me,
Where we shall never part.
Though I can never come to thee;
Let not this grieve your heart;
For you will shortly come to me,
Where we shall never part.

Text Information

• First Line: The time is swiftly rolling on
• Author: B. Hicks (1832)
• Meter: C.M.D.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1991

Tune Information

• Name: FAREWELL TO ALL
• Composer: Hugh McGraw (1985)
• Meter: C.M.D.
• Key: F Major
• Copyright: © 1991 Sacred Harp Publishing Company, Inc.