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; Oh, 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.
3. A few more storms shall beat On this wild, rocky shore ; And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more.
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.
5. Tis but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live; who lives That we with Him may reign.