The Shining Shore

The Shining Shore
20210

My days are gliding swiftly by
And I a pligrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toll and danger

Chorus
For ch, we stand on Jordan’s strand,
Our friends are passing over
And just before the shining shore
We may almost discover

We’ll gird our loins, my brethren dear
Our distant home discerning
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let every lamp be burning

Chorus
Should coming days be sold and dark
We must not cease our singing
That perfect rest naught can molest,
Where golden harpa are ringing

Chorus
Let sorrow’s rudest tempest biow,
Each cori on earth to sever,
Cur King says “Come,” and there’s our home,
Forever, oh, forover
Chorus,