1 "A little while!" and He shall come;
The hour draws on apace,
The blessèd hour, the glorious morn,
When we shall see His face:
How light our trials then will seem!
How short our pilgrim way!
Our life on earth a fitful dream,
Dispelled by dawning day!
Then come, Lord Jesus, quickly come,
In glory and in light!
Come take Thy longing children home,
And end earth’s weary night!
2 A little while! with patience, Lord,
I fain would ask, How long?
For how can I with such a hope
Of glory and of home,
With such a joy awaiting me,
Not wish the hour were come?
How can I keep the longing back,
And how suppress the groan? [Refrain]
3 Yet peace, my heart! and hush, my tongue!
Be calm, my troubled breast!
Each passing hour is hastening on
The everlasting rest:
Thou knowest well—the time thy God
Appoints for thee is best:
The morning star will soon arise;
The glow is in the east. [Refrain]