Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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1 |
The time is swiftly rolling on, When I must faint and die; My body to the dust return, And there forgotten lie. |
The time is swiftly rolling on, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
Let persecution rage around, And antichrist appear; My silent dust beneath the ground, There's no disturbance there. |
The time is swiftly rolling on, Stanza 2 |
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3 |
My brother preachers, fare you well, Your fellowship I love; In time no more I shall you see, And soon we'll meet above. |
The time is swiftly rolling on, Stanza 5 |