1869
Fanny J. Crosby
William H. Doane
Bright jewels for the Sunday school
41
4/4
Eb
4
18
1. ’Twill not be long, our journey here; Each broken sigh and falling tear Will soon be gone, and all will be A cloudless sky, a waveless sea. Refrain Roll on, dark stream, We dread not thy foam; The pilgrim is longing for home, sweet home. 2. ’Twill not be long; the yearning heart May feel its every hope depart, And grief be mingled with its song; We’ll meet again; ’twill not be long. [Refrain] 3. Though sad we mark the closing eye, Of those we loved in days gone by, Yet sweet in death their latest song— We’ll meet again; ’twill not be long. [Refrain] 4. These checkered wilds, with thorns o’erspread, Through which our way so oft is led— This march of time, with truth so strong, Will end in bliss; ’twill not be long. [Refrain]