Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
348t Ainslie
Words: Berryman Hicks, 1835
Music: Judy Hauff, 1988
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Copyright: 1991 Sacred Harp Publishing Company
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.
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.