A few more years shall roll
A few more seasons come
And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tombs

And, oh my Lord, prepare
My soul for the great day
Oh, wash me in the precious blood
And take my sins away

A few more storms shall beat
On this rocky shore
And we shall be where dangers cease
And surges swell no more

A few more suns shall set
Over these dark hills of time
And we shall be where suns are not
A far serener climb

A few more meetings here
Shall cheer us on our way
And we shall reach the endless rest
Of eternal sabbath day