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FORWARD, ROLL FORWARD

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 9, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 48.

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FORWARD, ROLL FORWARD.

By G. D. B.

BY G. D. B.
Forward, roll forward, O Time, in your flight; Hasten, oh, hasten! turn darkness to light; Jesus, return to this sad heart of mine, For thy love let me no longer repine. Blot from thy record my sin and my shame, Pardon my wanderings, accept me again. Over my footsteps your loving watch keep; Add thou thy blessing, no more will I weep.
Forward, roll forward, O Tide of the years; I am so weary of sin, doubts, and fears, Fears for my weakness, and doubt's of thy power; Take them, and clothe me with thy strength once more.
I am so heartsick with striving in vain, Efforts to conquer where sin long did reign. Come in, O Saviour, I yield all to thee; Come in, my Saviour henceforward to be.
Tired of my wretched heart, faithless, untrue, Jesus, dear Jesus, my heart yearns for you. Blind and so naked, so poor have I been, Naught but thy grace can restore me again; Faith with strong yearning and passionate pain Calls for thy Spirit within me again; Break the sad silence so long and so deep; Unto my inmost soul sweet comfort speak.
Over my heart in the days long since flown No love like Jesus' love ever has shone; No other watchcare abides and endures, Faithful, unselfish, and patient, like yours; No one like Jesus can soothe away pain From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. Jesus, dear Jesus, the new heart restore, Oh, let me live in thy presence once more!
Now, blessed Saviour, thy promise I claim; On my repentant heart stamp thy new name; Bring in thy righteousness; make me thine own; My sin-burdened soul no longer shall groan; With joy and thanksgiving I'll break forth and sing, Sound the high praises of Jesus, my King. Peace like a river shall evermore roll; Heavenly blessings shall water my soul.
Swiftly roll onward, O Time, in your flight, Sweep away quickly this dark, sinful night; Bring the glad day when my Saviour shall come, The life of his children, his heaven their home. Sorrow and sighing shall then be no more; All are immortal on life's happy shore. Eternal praises we'll evermore sing To Jesus, Redeemer and Saviour and King.