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A few more years shall roll, |
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A few more suns shall set |
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A few more seasons come, |
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O’er these dark hills of time, |
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And we shall be with those that rest |
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And we shall be where suns are not, |
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Asleep within the tomb: |
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A far serener clime: |
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Then, O my Lord, prepare |
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Then, O my Lord, prepare |
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My soul for
that great day; |
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My soul for that great day; |
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O wash me in Thy
precious Blood, |
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O wash me in Thy precious Blood, |
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And take
my sins away. |
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And take my sins away. |
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A few more storms shall beat |
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A few more
struggles here, |
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On this wild rocky shore, |
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A few more
partings o’er, |
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And we shall be where tempests cease, |
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A few
more toils, a few more tears, |
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And surges swell no more: |
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And we shall weep no more: |
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Then, O my Lord, prepare |
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Then, O my Lord, prepare |
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My soul for that great day; |
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My soul for that great day; |
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O wash me in Thy precious Blood, |
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O wash me in Thy precious Blood, |
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And take my sins away. |
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And take my sins away. |
Date modified
22 November, 2007
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