Christ Will Gather in His Own

Christ will ga­ther in His own

To the place where He is gone

Where their heart and trea­sure lie

Where our life is hid on high.

Day by day the voice saith

Come

Enter thine eter­nal home;

Asking not if we can spare

This dear soul it su­mmons there.

Had He asked us

well we know

We should cry

O spare this blow!

Yes

with stream­ing tears should pray

Lord

we love him

let him stay.

[substitute her if ap­prop­ri­ate]

But the Lord doth naught amiss

And

since He hath or­dered this

We have naught to do but still

Rest in si­lence on His will.

Many a heart no long­er here

Ah! was all too in­ly dear

Yet

O Love

’tis Thou dost call

Thou wilt be our all in all.