He’ll Come and Tarry Not

O child of God

there is for thee

A hope that shines amid the gloom

A glad­some hope that thou shalt see

Thy Lord

for He will sure­ly come.

He’ll come

yes

He’ll come and tar­ry not;

He’ll come

yes

He’ll come and tar­ry not;

He’ll come

He’ll come

He’ll come and tar­ry not.

When in this world His hands had made

No room was found for Je­sus then;

The mount­ain­side was oft His bed;

Now

glo­ri­fied

He comes again.

Exalted now to Heav­en’s throne

The Sav­ior there of sin­ful men;

His lov­ing heart yearns o’er His own

And for them He will come again.

O child of God

thy lot may be

Oft mixed with tri­al

grief and pain;

Look up

He’ll sure­ly come for thee;

He says

I’ll quick­ly come again.

Then joy un­min­gled will be thine

Earth’s tears and tri­als all for­got;

So cheer thy heart

no more re­pine

His word is sure: He’ll tar­ry not.