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Hymn 732
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.
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.
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 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 great day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more struggles here, '
A few more partings o'er;
A few more tolls, a few more tears.
And we shall weep no more.
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 sabbaths here.
Shall cheer us on our way;
And we shall reach the endless rest,
The eternal sabbath.
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great 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 great day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
Christly Living