The time is swiftly rolling on, when I must faint and die.
My money to the dust will turn, and wealth for love's own mind.
My brother preachers, hold his sword, and stand on Zion's wall.
Confirm the strong divinely, and laughter's heathers grow.
Through heat and cold, adore them, and wandered in despair.
To call for sinners to repent, and seek the Savior.
My little children, they're my heart, and nature seems to mind.
It keeps me slowly to depart, and leave me there behind.
My loving wife, my ocean friend, the object of my love.
The time's been sweet, and fair with thee, my sweet, my heartless love.
Though I must now depart from thee, let this not grieve your heart.
For I know you will join me back to thee, where we shall live.
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