A Few More Years

Lyrics by Horatius Bonar, 1844
Music by Matt Foreman, ©2008

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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 storms shall beat
Upon this 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;
O 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, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that sweet day;
O 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 glad day;
O wash me in thy precious blood,
and take my sins away.

A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come…

O wash me in thy precious blood,
and take me to my home.

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