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, prepared
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.
A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore;
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.
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.
A few more Sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way;
And we shall reach the endless rest,
The eternal Sabbath-day.