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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, 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 Uvea

That we with hitu 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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