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.

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

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.

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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.

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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 bright day.

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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.

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’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.

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