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.

O 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 blest day.

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.

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 bright day.

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.

’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 glad day.