My days are like a shadow that declineth.@Psalm 102:11
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Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)

Ho­ra­ti­us Bo­nar, 1842. Bo­nar wrote these words while su­per­in­ten­dent of the Sun­day school at the Church of St. James, Leith. It was one of the first hymns he wrote, and the on­ly one he com­posed spe­ci­fic­al­ly for his Sun­day school stu­dents. It was sung for the first time on New Year’s Day, 1843. Bo­nar pub­lished it in his Songs for the Wil­der­ness the fol­low­ing year.

Le­o­min­ster George W. Mar­tin, 1862 (🔊 pdf nwc).

A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tomb;
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day.

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O 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, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day.

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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, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day.

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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.

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A few more Sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way,
And we shall reach the endless rest,
Th’eternal Sabbath day;
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that sweet day.

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’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.

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