“A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come;

And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb.

A few more storms shall beat, On this wild rocky shore;

And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more.

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 blest day;