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 Thy great day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
      And take my sins away.

      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 bright day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
      And take my sins away.

      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 blest day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
      And take my sins away.

      '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 glad day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
      And take my sins away.

~ Horatius Bonar

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