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.