First Line: Till He come ! Oh, let the words,

Till He come ! Oh, 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 !

2 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 !

3 Clouds and conflicts round us press ;
Would we have one sorrow less ?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss-----
Death, and darkness, and the tomb------
Only whisper Till He come !

4 See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and break the bread-----
Sweet memorials---- till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board ;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only Till He come !