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.
Refrain:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
my soul for that blest day;
O wash me in your precious blood,
and take my sins away.
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.
Refrain:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
my soul for that blest day;
O wash me in your 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.
Refrain:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
my soul for that blest day;
O wash me in your 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.
Refrain:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
my soul for that blest day;
O wash me in your precious blood,
and take my sins away.
'Tis but a little while
and he shall come again,
who died that we might live with him,
who lives that we might reign.
Refrain:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
my soul for that blest day;
O wash me in your precious blood,
and take my sins away.