To bid the stream of death roll on
Though rolling very near;
To say, "The chilling tide is gone
There is no river here."
Though rolling very near;
To say, "The chilling tide is gone
There is no river here."
'Tis glorious to live and know
That my Redeemer lives,
And that where'er my footsteps go
A lamp of light He gives.
That my Redeemer lives,
And that where'er my footsteps go
A lamp of light He gives.
Tis happiness to live and know
That life shall never wane;
'Tis Christ for me to live, but oh,
To die is endless gain!
That life shall never wane;
'Tis Christ for me to live, but oh,
To die is endless gain!
A FAREWELL
Goodbye, perhaps forever here,
With God 'tis but a little while,
To sleep and wake and find you near,
To hear your voice and see your smile,
The few brief years that intervene
Will only be a cloud between,
When to our clearer sight,
As unto God this Life appears,
A thousand of her little years,
As a watch in the night;
Goodbye, 'till endless day is born,
Goodnight, until the morn.
With God 'tis but a little while,
To sleep and wake and find you near,
To hear your voice and see your smile,
The few brief years that intervene
Will only be a cloud between,
When to our clearer sight,
As unto God this Life appears,
A thousand of her little years,
As a watch in the night;
Goodbye, 'till endless day is born,
Goodnight, until the morn.
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