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(I have a lovely little volume from 1871 which fits in my pocket. Hymns of Faith and Hope by Horatius Bonar, D.D. This week two friends lost someone they loved (an aged mother for one, a young wife for the other). As I was reading through these hymns, I came upon three which made a pointed impression upon me. Christianity is a great answer to death (that is, death is not the final word). Anyway, here is one)

 

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;

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;

O wash me in Thy precious blood

And take my sins away!

 

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;

O 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, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that bright day;

O 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, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that sweet day;

O 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 lives

That we with Him may reign.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that glad day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood

And take my sins away!