The Shining Shore

Verse 1

My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as the fly, Those hours of toil and danger.

Chorus

For now we stand on Jordan's strand; Our friends are passing over; And just before the shining shore We may almost discover.

Verse 2

We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our heav'nly home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let ev'ry lamp be burning.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each chord on earth to sever, Our King says "Come!" and there's our home, Forever, and forever,