First Line: A few more marchings weary,

A few more marchings weary,
Then we'll gather home !
A few more storm-clouds dreary,
Then we'll gather home !
A few more days the cross to bear,
And then with Christ a crown to
A few more marchings weary, [wear;
Then we'll gather home !

O'er . . time's . . rapid river,
Soon . . we'll . . rest for ever
No more marchings weary
When we gather home !

2 A few more nights of weeping,
Then we'll gather home !
A few more watches keeping,
Then we'll gather home !
A few more victories over sin,
A few more sheaves to gather in,
A few more marchings weary,
Then we'll gather home !

3 A few more sweet links broken,
Then we'll gather home !
A few more kind words spoken,
Then we'll gather home !
A few more partings on the strand,
And then away to Canaan's land:
A few more marchings weary,
Then we'll gather home !