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 Suns Shall Set
Over 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.
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.
A Few More Struggles Here,
A Few More Partings Over,
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.
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.
This 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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