A few more years shall roll
A few more seasons come
And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tomb
And O my Lord prepare
My soul for that great day
O wash me in Thy precious blood
And take my sins away
A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore
And we shall be where dangers cease
And surges swell no more
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 meetings here
Shall cheer us on our way
And we shall reach the endless rest
Of the eternal Sabbath day