Christ My Song - 1263
Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster
(Thomas Kelly/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster.
"Even so, come, Lord Jesus." (Revelation 22,20)
1. Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster;
let the glorious day come on,
when we shall behold our Master
seated on his heav’nly throne;
when the Saviour
shall descend to claim his own.
2. What is earth, with all its treasures,
to the joy the Gospel brings?
Well may we resign its pleasures,
Jesus gives us better things.
All his people
draw from heav’n’s eternal springs.
3. But if here we taste of pleasure,
what will heav’n itself afford?
There our joy will know no measure;
there we shall behold our Lord;
there his people
shall obtain their bright reward.
4 Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster;
swiftly bring the glorious day;
Jesus come, our Lord, our Master!
come from heav’n without delay;
take thy people,
take, O take them hence away!
Thomas Kelly, Hymns on various passages of Scripture, ca. 1853, Hymn 65.