Till he come-oh, let the words

1.

Till he come-oh, let the words

Linger in the trembling chords;

Let the little while between

In their golden light be seen;

Let us think how heav’n 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 comes.

3.

Clouds and conflict 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 heav’nly board;

Some from earth, from glory some,

Severed only till he come.