A Few More Years Shall Roll

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.

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.

A few more Sabbaths here

Shall cheer us on our way,

And we shall reach the endless rest,

Th’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.

’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.

Horatius Bonar, 1844

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