1 Oh! happy soul how fast you go,
And leave me here behind;
Don't stop for me for now I see,
The Lord is just and kind.
2 Go on, go on, my soul says go,
And I'll come after you;
Tho' left behind, yet I can find,
I'll sing Hosannah too.
3 God give you strength that you may run,
And keep your foot-steps right;
Tho' fast you go, and I so slow,
You are not out of sight.
4 When you get to those worlds above,
And all their glories see;
When you get home your journey's done,
Then look you out for me.
5 For I will come fast as I can,
Along the way I'll steer;
Lord give me strength, I shall at length
Be one among you there.
6 There altogether we shall be,
Together we shall sing;
Together shall we praise our God
And everlasting king.
7 When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining like the sun;
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.
First Line: | O happy souls, how fast you go |
Title: | The Slow Traveler |
Author: | Samson Occom |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |