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The time is swiftly rolling on,
When I must faint and die;
My body to the dust return,
And there forgotten lie.
Let persecution rage around,
And antichrist appear;
My silent dust beneath the ground,
There’s no disturbance there.
My brother preachers, fare you well,
Your fellowship I love;
In time no more I shall you see,
And soon we’ll meet above.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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AINSLIE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1988
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