1.My days are gliding swiftly by,And I, a pilgrim stranger,Would not detain them as they flyThese hours of toil and danger;Chorus:For O, we stand on Jordan's strand,And soon we'll all pass over;And just before, the shining shore,We may almost discover.2.We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,Our distant home discerning;Our absent Lord has left us word,Let ev'ry lamp be burning. [Chorus]3.Should coming days be cold and dark,We need not cease our singing;That perfect rest naught can molest,Where golden harps are ringing. [Chorus]4.Let sorrow's rudest tempests blow,Each cord on earth to sever,Our King says, Come, and there's our home, Forever, O, forever! [Chorus]