'Til he come, oh let the words Linger on the trembling chords. Let the "little while" between In their golden ilght be seen. let us think how heaven and home Lie beyond that "'til he come!" When the weary ones we love Enter on that rest above, When their words of love and cheer Fall no longer on our ear Hus! be every murmur dumb, It is only "'til He come!" Clouds and darkness 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 Pain us only "'til He come!" See the feast of love is spread Drink the wine and eat the bread. Sweet memorials, 'til the Lord Call us round His heavenly board, Some from earth, from glory some Severed only "'til he come!"