It won't be very long till this short life shall end
It won't be very long till Jesus shall descend
And then in Christ from beds of clay shall rise
To meet the Lord and King up yonder in the skies
It won't be very long, it won't be very long
Till Jesus shall appear, the day is drawing near
Will you be ready then to meet the ransomed throng
Get ready for that day, it won't be very long
It won't be very long till here we cease to roam
It won't be very long till all the saints get home
And then with smiling face we'll walk the streets of gold
and sing the Savior's praise where the saints are never old
It won't be very long till burdens we lay down
It won't be very long till we'll receive a crown
And then we'll shout and sing with angels round the throne
And when we meet up there, we'll know as we are known
It won't be very long till earth shall pass away
It won't be very long till works of men decay
But Jesus has prepared a happy dwelling place
For all who look above and trust His matchless grace
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These lyrics were written by my grandfather, the Rev. Morgan Williams.
ReplyDeleteBeverly Leek, your grandfather was a talented man. For some reason, this song popped into my head today. I've not heard/sung it for over 30 years, but used to sing it at church all the time. What religion was your grandfather?
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ReplyDeleteThird sentence in first verse, I believe, is: "And then the dead in Christ, from beds of clay shall rise"
ReplyDeleteMr. Swift the Rev. Morgan was my grandmother’s brother. I have a picture that has him in it if you like a copy.
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