1. A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those that rest
Within their heav'nly home:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

2. 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.

3. '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!