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How Swift the Torrent Rolls

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2589 Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. How swift the torrent rolls That bears to us to the sea, The tide that hurries thoughtless souls To vast eternity. 2. Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honor gone. 3. But joy or grief succeeds Beyond our mortal thought; While the poor remnant of their dust Lies in the grave forgot. 4. There where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; Nor other heritage possess, But such a gloomy cell. 5. God of our fathers, hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life’s utmost verge, Our souls to Thee commend. 6. Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before Thy face. Languages: English Tune Title: ABER

How swift the torrent rolls

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #476 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How swift the torrent rolls That bears to us to the sea! The tide that hurries thoughtless souls To vast eternity! 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they call'd their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honour, gone. 3 There, where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; Nor other heritage possess, But such a gloomy cell. 5 God of our fathers! hear, Thou everlasting friend! While we, as on life’s utmost verge, Our souls to thee commend. 6 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before thy face. Topics: Death Languages: English

How swift the torrent rolls

Author: Doddridge Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #907 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How swift the torrent rolls That bears us to the sea; The tide that hurries thoughtless souls To vast eternity. 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honor gone. 3 God of our fathers! hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, Our souls to thee commend. 4 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before thy face. Topics: Time and Eternity; The Departed Scripture: Zechariah 1:5