The Hymns and Carols of Christmas

A Few More Years Shall Roll

For Christmas

Words: Horatius Bonar (18081889) from Hymns of Faith and Hope.

Music: Not Stated.

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 Thy great day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.

A few more suns shall set
Oer 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 blest 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 oer,
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;
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.

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