A few more years shall roll a few more seasons will come And we will be with those that rest asleep within the tomb 
Chorus Then, oh my Lord, prepare my soul for that great day Oh wash me in the precious blood and take my sins all away 
A few more meetings here shall cheer us on our way And we shall reach the endless rest on that eternal day 
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 
A few more storms shall beat on this wild rocky shore And we shall be where tempests cease and surges swell no more 
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