A Few More Years

A few more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come;

And we shall be with those who rest,

Asleep within the tomb.

A few more storms shall beat

On this wild rocky shore;

And we shall be where tempests cease,

And surges swell no more!

Chorus

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!

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blessed day;

Oh, wash me in Your precious blood,

And take my sins away.

Up, then, with speed, and work;

Fling ease and self away—

This is no time for you to sleep—

Up, watch, and work, and pray!

Chorus

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!

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blessed day;

Oh, wash me in Your precious blood,

And take my sins away.

Up, watch, and work, and pray!

It may be a few more years or it may be today!

For it may be a few more years or it may be today!

July 16, 2023

Words by Horatius Bonar

Music and embellishments- Anthony Foster