A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come; And we shall be with...

John Wesley (1703-1791)

6 Verses Comfort In Grief

Verse 1

A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come; And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb.

Verse 2

Then, O my Lord, prepared My soul for that great day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away!

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore; And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more.

Verse 5

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.

Verse 6

A few more Sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way; And we shall reach the endless rest, The eternal Sabbath-day.