352 A few more years shall roll,

1 A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb. 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. 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.