A few more days on earth to spend

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This is an anonymous camp-meeting folk hymn from the early nineteenth century. Its earliest publication seems to be 1822. Meter is 88. 86. 88. 86.

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Social and Camp–meeting Songs for the Pious, Baltimore, 1822

1. A few more days on earth to spend,
And all my toils and cares shall end.
Then I shall see my God and friend.
And praise his name on high.
There's no more sighs, and no more tears.
There's no more pains, and no more fears.
But God and Christ and heaven appears.
Unto the ravished eye.

2 Then, oh! my soul, despond no more,
The storm of life will soon be o'er,
And I shall find the peaceful shore.
Of everlasting rest.
O happy day! O joyful hour,
When freed from earth, my soul shall tower,
Beyond the reach of Satan's power.
To be for ever blest.

3. My soul anticipates the day,
I'd joyfully the call obey,
Which summonses my soul away,
To seats prepared above.
There I shall see my Savior's face,
And dwell in his beloved embrace.
And taste the fullness of his grace.
And sing redeeming love.

4. Though dire afflictions press me sore.
And death's black billows roll before.
Yet still by faith I see the shore.
Beyond the rolling flood:
The heavenly Canaan sweet and fair.
Before my ravished eyes appear,
And makes me almost think I'm there.
To yonder bright abode.

5. To earthly cares I'd say farewell.
And triumph over death and hell,
And go where saints and angels dwell,
To praise the eternal Three.
I'll join with them that's gone before.
Who sing and shout their sufferings o'er,
Where pain and parting is so more,
To all eternity.

6. Adieu, ye scenes of noise and show,
And all this region here below,
Where naught but disappointments grow,
A better world's in view.
My Savior calls! I haste away,
I would not here for ever stay.
Hail! ye bright realms of endless day,
Vain world, once more adieu.

 

Dover Selection of Spiritual Songs, Richmond, Virginia, 1831

1. A few more days on earth to spend,
And all my toils and cares shall end
And I shall see my God and friend,
And praise his name on high:
No more to sigh nor shed a tear,
No more to suffer pain or fear;
But God, and Christ, and heaven appear
Unto the raptured eye.

2. Then, O my soul! despond no more;
The storm of life will soon be o'er,
And I shall find the peaceful shore
Of everlasting rest.
O happy day! O joyful hour!
When freed from earth my soul shall tower
Beyond the reach of Satan's power,
To be for over blest.

3. My soul anticipates the day,
I'll joyfully the call obey,
Which comes to summon me away
To seats prepared above.
There I shall see my Savior's face,
And dwell in his beloved embrace,
And taste the fullness of his grace,
And sing redeeming love

4. Though dire afflictions press me sore,
And death's dark billows roll before,
Yet still by faith I see the shore,
Beyond the rolling flood:
The banks of Canaan, sweet and fair,
Before my raptured eyes appear;
It makes me think I’m almost there,
In yonder bright abode.

5. To earthly cares I bid farewell,
And triumph over death and hell,
And go where saints and angels dwell,
To praise the eternal Three.
I'll join with those who're gone before,
Who sing and shout their sufferings o'er
Where pain and parting are no more,
To all eternity.

6. Adieu, ye scenes of noise and show!
And all this region here below,
Where naught but disappointments grow
A better world's in view.
My Savior calls, I haste away;
I would not here for ever stay;
Hail! ye bright realms of endless day!
Wain world, once more adieu!

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