Reformed Press Hymnal ‎#279

279. Till He Come, — O Let The Words

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,
When their words of love and cheer
Fall no longer on our ear,
Hush, be ev'ry murmur dumb;
It is only till He come.

3 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 till He come.

4 See, the feat 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Till He come, — O let the words
• Title: Till He Come, — O Let The Words
• Author: Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth
• Meter: 7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1934

Tune Information

• Name: ALETTA
• Composer: William B. Bradbury
• Meter: 7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7
• Key: F Major or modal