I A few more years shall roll

A few more seasons come;

And we shall be with those that rest,

Asleep within the tomb.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that great day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,

And take my sins away.

2 A few more suns shall set

O'er these dark hills of time;

And we shall be where suns are not,

A far serener clime.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blest day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

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3 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild, rocky shore;
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that calm day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

4 A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blest day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

5 A few more Sabbaths here

Shall cheer us on our way;

And we shall reach the endless rest,

The eternal Sabbath-day.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that sweet day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

6 'Tis but a little while

And He shall come again,

Who died that we might live, Who lives

That we with Him may reign.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that glad day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,

And take my sins away.

Rev. Dr. Horatius Bonar, 1842, 1844.

5 Jesus, Thou Prince of life!

Thy chosen cannot die;

Like Thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with Thee on high.

Rev. Cesar Malan, 1832.
Rev. Geo. W. Bethune, (tr.) 1847.

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Mor 1299

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HES 1332

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