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