A Few More Days

( Originally Published 1868 )

HORATIUS BONAR, D. D.

A 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;
Oh 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.
Then, 0 my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day ;
Oh wash me in thy precious bood,
And take my sins away !

A few more storms shall beat
On this wild, rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.
Then, 0 my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
Oh wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.