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Roll On 275b

Tune: Miss Cynthia Bass, 1850
Alto: Mrs. Anna L. (Cooper) Blackshear, 1902
Lyrics: Isaac Watts, 1707
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
Why should we start and fear to die?
What tim'rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.


Roll on, Roll on, sweet moments, roll on,
And let the poor pilgrim go home, go home.

Jesus can make a dying bed,
Feel soft as downy pillows are;
While on His breast I lean my head,
And breath my life out sweetly there.