Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #195 (1899) Lyrics: 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. Topics: Brevity of Life; Petition Languages: English Tune Title: BONAR
A few more years shall roll