A Few More Years of Toil

1 A few more years of toil and care,
A few more days of strife,
A few more hours of pain and woe
Will end this mortal life.
A few more battles to be fought,
A few more victories won,
A few more crosses to be borne,
Then Christ will call us home.

Chorus:
Trusting in the Lord when the way seems dark,
Trusting, ever trusting, He will guide our bark,
Trusting in the Lord when the storm clouds roll,
All will be well with the trusting soul.

2 The joys of heaven will then be mine,
In love and peace to dwell;
We'll join in songs of praise to Him
Who doeth all things well.
O'er life's rough sea by tempest tossed,
Our fragile bark still floats,
Christ's loving hand is at the helm,
He guides our storm-tossed boat. [Chorus]

3 And when life's stormy voy'ge is o'er,
We'll anchor safe at last
In heav'nly harbors, calm and still,
Safe from the stormy blast.
Life, love and joy will then be ours,
No more by sin oppressed,
No more by storm and tempest tossed,
Our weary souls may rest. [Chorus]

Source: Crowning Glory No. 2: a collection of gospel hymns #166