Time, thou speedest on but slowly
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Time, thou speedest on but slowly;Hours, how tardy is your pace!Ere with him, the high and holy,I hold converse face to face.Here is naught but care and mourningComes a joy, it will not stay;Fairly shines the sun at dawning,Night will soon o'ercloud the day.
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Onward then! not long I wanderEre my- Saviour comes for me,And with him abiding yonder,All his glory I shall see.O, the music and the singingOf the hosts redeemed by love!O, the hallelujahs ringingThrough the halls of light above!