Wash Me in the Blood

‘‘My days are like a lengthened shadow, and I wither away like grass.’’ | Psalm 102:11

Lyrics by Horatius Bonar
Alt. Lyrics and Music by Philip Moyer

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 the 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 the precious blood,
And take my sins away.

Chorus
O wash me in the blood;
O, in the precious blood,
Wash me in the precious blood,
And take my sins away.
In just a little while,
The Lord shall come again
O wash me in the 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 the 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,
Of that eternal day.
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that sweet day.
O wash me in the precious blood,
And take my sins away.

(Chorus)

In just a little while,
The Lord shall come again,
The one who died, and now who lives
That we might reign with Him;
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day.
O wash me in the precious blood,
And take my sins away.

O wash me in the precious blood,
And take my sins away.