1 My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as the fly,
Those hours of toil and danger.
Refrain:
For now we stand on Jordan's strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And just before the shining shore
We may almost discover.
2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our heav'nly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let ev'ry lamp be burning. [Refrain]
3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest naught can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing. [Refrain]
4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each chord on earth to sever,
Our King says "Come!" and there's our home,
Forever, and forever, [Refrain]
Source: Victory Songs: For the Church, Sunday School and Evangelistic Services. #253