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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:
 Then, my Lord, prepare
 My soul for that calm 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 toils, a few more tears.
 And we shall weep no more:
 Then,O my Lord, prepare
 My soul for that bright 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, my Lord, prepare
 My soul for that blest 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-day:
 Then, my Lord, prepare
 My soul for that sweet 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, my Lord, prepare
 My soul for that glad day;
Oh wash me in thy precious Blood,
 And take my sins away.

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