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DR. BONAR.

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1 A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come;

And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb.

Ebor.

Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day;

O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away!

2 A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time;

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DR. W. HUNTER.

CAM D.S.M.

L. MIDDLETON

CHORUS.

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And we shall be where suns are not,

A far serener clime.

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3 A few more storms shall beat

On this wild, rocky shore;

And we shall be where tempests cease,

And surges swell no more.

A Home in Heaven.

4 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.

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