Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: How swift the torrent rolls
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: SM
Tune: Dover
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 165, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHow swift the torrent rolls
That hastens to the sea!
How strong the tide that bears our souls
On to eternity!
Our fathers, where are they,
With all they call'd their own?
Their joy and grief, and hope and fear,
And wealth and honor gone!
There, where our fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell,
Not other heritage possess
That such a gloomy cell.
God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!
While we on life's extremest verge
Our souls to thee commend.
Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before thy face!