“Till He come! “Oh, let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the “little while “between
In their golden light be seen:
Let us think how heaven and home
Lie beyond that “Till He come! "
When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above —
Seems the earth so poor and vast? —
All our life-joy overcast?
Hush! be every murmur dumb:
It is only “Till He come I”
Clouds and conflicts round us press;
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss —
Death, and darkness, and the tomb —
Only whisper “Till He come! "
See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and break the bread —
Sweet memorials — till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only “Till He come! "