- (Posted 2018-07-21) CPDL #50588:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2018-07-21). Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 40 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Notes in four-shape format, as originally published in 1835. All eleven stanzas of Hicks' hymn included. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
Title: Hicks' Farewell
First Line: The time is swiftly rolling on
Arranger: William Walker
Lyricist: Berryman Hicks
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1835 in Southern Harmony, p. 19.
Description: William Walker says "This song was composed by the Rev. B. Hicks (a Baptist Minister of South Carolina) and sent to his wife while he was confined in Tennessee by a fever of which he afterwards [re]covered" (Southern Harmony 1835, p. 19). George P. Jackson (1933, pp. 203-205) identifies the composer as Berryman Hicks, a Baptist preacher of South Carolina and Tennessee, 1778-1839. All agree that Hicks wrote the words; some musicians and historians believe he wrote the tune as well.
Original text and translations
1. The time is swiftly rolling on,
When I must faint and die,
My body to the dust return,
And there forgotten lie.
2. Let persecution rage around,
And Antichrist appear.
My silent dust beneath the ground;
There’s no disturbance there.
3. Through heats and colds I've often went,
And wandered in despair,
To call poor sinners to repent.
And seek the Savior dear.
4. My brother preachers boldly speak,
And stand on Zion’s wall,
To revive the strong confirm the weak,
And after sinners call.
5. My brother preachers, fare you well,
Your fellowship I love,
In time no more I shall you see
But soon we’ll meet above.
6. My little children near my heart,
And nature seems to bind.
It grieves me sorely to depart
And leave you all behind.
7. O Lord a father to them be.
And keep them from all harm.
That they may love and worship thee
And dwell upon thy charms.
8. My loving wife, my bosom friend,
The object of my love,
The time’s been sweet, I've spent with you,
My sweet and harmless dove.
9. My loving wife, don't grieve for me,
Neither lament nor mourn;
For I shall with my Jesus be.
When you are left alone.
10. How often you have looked for me,
And oft times seen me come;
But now I must depart from thee
And never more return.
11. For I can never come to thee,
Let this not grieve your heart,
For you will shortly come to me,
Where we shall never part.