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Songs for the Wilderness

... Third Edition [by Horatius Bonar]

Bonar, Horatius (1808-1889)

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LOST BUT FOUND.

CHILD'S PRAYER.

THE FULNESS OF JESUS.

THE RESTITUTION OF ALL THINGS.

THE SLEEP OF THE BELOVED.

THE CARE OF JESUS.

SONGS OF ZION.

THE VALLEY OF BACA.

THE WORLD'S EMPTINESS.

A PILGRIM'S SONG.

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A PILGRIM'S SONG.

The night is far spent, the day is at hand. —Rom. xiii. 12

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 calm day;
O wash, &c.

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, &c.

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 calm day:
O wash, &c.

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, &c.

'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, &c.