2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Pants to view His glorious face, To rest in His embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, And earth exchanged for Heaven. Rev. Robert Seagrave (1693- ), 1742. Ab. 410 "Time is winging us away." I TIME is winging us away Enclosed in death's cold arms. 2 Time is winging us away John Burton (1773--1822), 1815. NEW JERUSALEM. 7.6.7.7.7. Old English Melody. I. WE are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord is gone; We shall meet a round Histhrone, 1. My feet are worn and weary with the march O'er the rough road and 2 My garments, travel-worn and stained with dust, 3 My heart is weary of its own deep sin: Sinning, repenting, sinning still again; 4 Patience, poor soul! the Saviour's feet were worn, 5 Love thou the path of sorrow that He trod; O City of our God, we soon shall see Thy jasper walls, home of the loved and blest. S. Roberts. From "Songs in the Night," 1853 |