Till He Come

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.

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.

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.