← A few more years shall roll Hymns and Tunes (1888) · No. 817

A few more years shall roll

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A few more years shall roll,A few more seasons come,And we shall meet the loved who nowAre sleeping in the tomb:Then, O my Lord, prepareMy soul for that great day;O, wash me in thy precious blood,And take my sins away!

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A few more storms shall beatOn this wild, rocky shore,And we shall be where tempests cease,And surges swell no more:Then, O my Lord, prepareMy soul for that calm day;O, wash me in thy precious blood,And take my sins away!

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A few more struggles here,A few more partings sore,A few more toils, a few more tears,And we shall weep no more:Then, O my Lord, prepareMy soul for that blest day;O, wash me in thy precious blood,And take my sins away!

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'T is but a little while,And He shall come again,Who died that we might live, who livesThat we may with him reign:Then, O my Lord, prepareMy soul for that glad day;O, wash me in thy precious blood,And take my sins away!