1. "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 heav'n 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 over cast?
Hush! be ev'ry 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 heav'nly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only--"Till He come."