First Line: A 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.

2 A few more suns shall set,
O'er these dark hills of time ;
And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime.

3 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild, rocky shore ;
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.

4 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.

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.