Flash of silver, streak of gold,
Drawn by fiery steeds,
Arcing through the black of night,
Swing down, swing down for me.
More rapid than the speed of light,
Transcending space and time,
Come in answer to my cry,
Swing down and take me home.
I want to leave the bondage,
Of this body worn by pain,
I’ll step into the chariot,
And joyfully ride home.
Speed me through the gate of pearl,
And on to streets of gold,
Yearning for your coming,
Consumes my heart and soul.
I trust not in my goodness,
To barter for the ride,
I plead the atoning blood,
Of Jesus crucified.
So, chariot, make haste,
Hear my earnest plea,
Swing down, sweet chariot,
Swing down, swing down for me.
