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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