1 A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons wane,
And we shall be with those that rest
Till Christ shall come again:

Refrain:
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 suns shall set
O'er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime: [Refrain]

3 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more: [Refrain]

4 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: [Refrain]

5 A few more Sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way;
And we shall reach the endless rest,
The eternal Sabbath-day. [Refrain]