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LEOMINSTER.
From" Church Hymns," by permission.
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Or, Hymns Ancient and Modern, 288.
I 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
1
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,
And we shall be where suns are not, A far serener clime: Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day; O wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away.
3 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
5' Tis but a little while,
And He shall come again,
ANON.
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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: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day,
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
Who died that we might live, Who lives That we with Him may reign:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away.
Amen.


