Hymn 444
Till he come, O let the words
‘K’ On tó de, ‘---jẹ k’ọ̀rọ yi
- "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
Sever’d only till he come. Amen.
- See, the feast of love is spread,
- When the weary ones we love