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my Lord,

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;

Oh, 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;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

My

LEIGHTON G. HAYNE

soul for that great day;

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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;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

5 'Tis but a little while

And He shall come again,
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;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away. Amen.

HORATIUS BONAR