"Till He come," O 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."
See, the feast of love is spread
Drink the wine, and break the bread
Sweet memorials, till the Lord
Calls us round His heavenly board
Some from earth, from glory some
Severed only, "Till He come."
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Alternate verse:
Clouds and conflicts round us press
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross
All that tells the world is lost
Death and darkness, and the tomb
Only whisper, "Till He come."
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