"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.