by George Frederick Root (1820 - 1895)
Shining Shore
Language: English
My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, These hours of toil and danger. For now we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over; And just before the Shining Shore We may almost discover. Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest naught can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. For now we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over; And just before the Shining Shore We may almost discover. Let sorrow's rudest tempests blow, Each chord on earth to sever, Our King says, Come, there's our home, Forever and forever. For now we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over; And just before the Shining Shore We may almost discover.
Authorship:
- by George Frederick Root (1820 - 1895) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Scott Wheeler (b. 1952), "Shining Shore", 2012 [ voice and cello ], Scott Wheeler Music [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Eric Saroian
This text was added to the website: 2022-06-27
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Word count: 135