372 ~ A Few More Years Shall Roll
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A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall meet the loved who now Are sleeping in 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!
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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!
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A few more struggles here, A few more partings sore, 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!
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'Tis but a little while, And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we may with Him reign. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; O, wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away!