Few more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come,

And we shall be with those that rest

Asleep within 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.

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

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

A few more Sabbaths here

Shall cheer us on our way

And we shall reach the endless rest

The eternal Sabbath day

Tis but a little while

And he shall come again

Who died that we might live, who lives

That we with him may reign.