My days are swiftly passing by,
My time ere long will close,
But I’ve a home beyond the sky
Where I shall soon repose.

Yes, passing gently, gently on
To realms of holy rest,
My soul is filled with rapt’rous song,
I’ll sing among the blest.

Then help me, Lord, to ever be
A faithful child of Thine,
Washed in Thy blood that flowed so free,
And filled with love divine.

I press my hand, dear Lord, in Thine,
And walk by faith with Thee;
Oh, let Thy glory in me shine,
That men Thy life may see.

I walk and talk with Jesus now,
And lean upon His arm,
And to His scepter meekly bow;
He keeps me from all harm.

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