'A LITTLE WHILE!' OUR LORD SHALL COME

'A little while!' Our Lord shall come.
And we shall wander here no more;
He'll take us to our Father's home,
Where He for us has gone before,
To dwell with Him, to see His face,
And sing the glories of His grace.

'A little while!' He'll come again:
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him:
Watching and ready may we be,
As those who long their Lord to see.

'A little while!' 'Twill soon be past:
Why should we shun the shame and cross?
O let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting for Him all else but loss;
Oh, how will recompense His smile
The suffering of this little while!

'A little while!' Come, Saviour, come!
For Thee Thy Bride has waited long:
Oh, take Thy wearied pilgrims home
To sing the new, eternal song,
To see Thy glory, and to be
In everything conformed to Thee.