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Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster;
Let the glorious day come on,
When we shall behold our Master
Seated on His heavenly throne;
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Shall descend to claim His own.
What is earth with all its treasures,
To the joy the Gospel brings?
Well may we resign its pleasures,
Jesus gives us better things;
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Draw from Heaven’s eternal springs.
But if here we taste of pleasure,
What will Heaven itself afford?
There our joy will know no measure;
There we shall behold our Lord;
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Shall obtain their bright reward.
Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster;
Swiftly bring the glorious day;
Jesus, come, our Lord and Master!
Come from Heaven without delay;
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Take, O take us hence away!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Dates:
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1809
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Bible Refs:
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Song 8:14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BENEDICTION
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1879
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