Pass a Few Swiftly-Fleeting Years

Pass a few swiftly-fleeting years,
And all that now in bodies live

Pass a few swiftly-fleeting years,
And all that now in bodies live
Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears,
Their righteous sentence to receive.

But all, before they hence remove,
May mansions for themselves prepare
In that eternal house above;
And, O my God, shall I be there?