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A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore, And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more: Then, my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day; Oh wash me in thy precious Blood, And take my sins away.
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; 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, my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; Oh wash me in thy precious Blood, And take my sins away.
A few more Sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way. And we shall reach the endless rest. The eternal Sabbath-day: Then, my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day; Oh wash me in thy precious Blood, And take my sins away.
'Tis but a little while. And he shall come again. Who died that we might live, who livesThat we with him may reign : Then, my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; Oh wash me in thy precious Blood, And take my sins away.

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