A few more years shall roll
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A few more years shall roll,
a few more seasons come,
and we shall be as 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 bright day;
O, wash me in thy precious blood
and take my sins away.
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;
O, 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 blest 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.
Historical Notes
Author
- Horatius Bonar (1808 - 1889) 1842
Meter
SMDMusic
| Tune | Sound files | Score |
|---|---|---|
| Chalvey | Chalvey | |
| Leominster (St. Basil) | Leominster (St. Basil) | |
| Lincoln | ||
| Moscow (Calkin) |
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Categories: Texts | Horatius Bonar | SMD
