" 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 ! "
2. 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 ! "
3. 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 ! "
4. 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 ! "