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Text: | "Till he come" |
Author: | E. H. Bickersteth |
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."
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."
3 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."
Text Information | |
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First Line: | "Till He come:" oh, let the words |
Title: | "Till he come" |
Author: | E. H. Bickersteth |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1890 |
Topic: | The Church of God; Church: Ordinances of; Lord's Supper(1 more...) |