MySongbooksA Few More Years Shall Roll
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.
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 bright day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood
And take my sins away.
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 way.
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 blest day;
Oh, 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;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
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