EN 2083 Fly, Ye Seasons
Song.8.14
Versi Version 1
1
Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster;
Let the glorious day come on,
When we shall behold our Master
Seated on His heavenly throne;
Then the Savior
Shall descend to claim His own.
2
What is earth with all its treasures,
To the joy the Gospel brings?
Well may we resign its pleasures,
Jesus gives us better things;
All His people
Draw from Heaven’s eternal springs.
3
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;
There His people
Shall obtain their bright reward.
4
Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster;
Swiftly bring the glorious day;
Jesus, come, our Lord and Master!
Come from Heaven without delay;
Take Thy people,
Take, O take us hence away!

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