195. A few more years shall roll

1 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 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;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

3 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 blest day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

4 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;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

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;
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that sweet day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: A few more years shall roll
Author: Horatius Bonar (1842)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1899
Topic: Brevity of Life; Petition
Tune Information
Name: BONAR
Composer: Lowell Mason
Meter: S. M. D.



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