| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Hymns of Faith and Hope.
IV. “A few more years shall roll” | | By Horatius Bonar (1808–1889) |
| | | 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 | 5 |
| My soul for Thy great day; | |
| O wash me in Thy precious Blood, | |
| And take my sins away. | |
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| A few more suns shall set | |
| O’er these dark hills of time; | 10 |
| And we shall be where suns are not, | |
| A far serener clime. | |
| Then, O my Lord, prepare | |
| My soul for that blest day; | |
| O wash me in Thy precious Blood, | 15 |
| And take my sins away. | |
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| A few more storms shall beat | |
| On this wild rocky shore; | |
| And we shall be where tempests cease, | |
| And surges swell no more; | 20 |
| Then, O my Lord, prepare | |
| My soul for that calm day; | |
| O wash me in Thy precious Blood | |
| And take my sins away. | |
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| A few more struggles here, | 25 |
| 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; | 30 |
| O wash me in Thy precious Blood, | |
| And take my sins away. | |
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| A few more Sabbaths here | |
| Shall cheer us on our way, | |
| And we shall reach the endless rest, | 35 |
| The eternal Sabbath-day: | |
| Then, O my Lord, prepare | |
| My soul for that sweet day; | |
| O wash me in Thy precious Blood, | |
| And take my sins away. | 40 |
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| ’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 | 45 |
| My soul for that glad day; | |
| O wash me in Thy precious Blood, | |
| And take my sins away. | | | | |
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