Till He come --- Oh, let the words

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CGS No.: 
599

Verse 1
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.`

Verse 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.

Verse 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.`

Verse 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.