A Little While (Whittle)

A lit­tle while! and He shall come;

The hour draws on apace

The bless­èd hour

the glo­ri­ous morn

When we shall see His face:

How light our tri­als then will seem!

How short our pil­grim way!

Our life on earth a fit­ful dream

Dispelled by dawn­ing day!

Then come

Lord Je­sus

quick­ly come

In glo­ry and in light!

Come take Thy long­ing child­ren home

And end earth’s wea­ry night!

A lit­tle while! with pa­tience

Lord

I fain would ask

How long?

For how can I with such a hope

Of glo­ry and of home

With such a joy await­ing me

Not wish the hour were come?

How can I keep the long­ing back

And how sup­press the groan?

Yet peace

my heart! and hush

my tongue!

Be calm

my trou­bled breast!

Each pass­ing hour is hast­en­ing on

The ev­er­last­ing rest:

Thou know­est well—the time thy God

Appoints for thee is best:

The morn­ing star will soon arise;

The glow is in the east.