A Little While

A little while; now he has come; The hour draws on apace- The blessed hour, the glorious morn, When we shall see his face. How light our trials then will seem! How short our pilgrim way! The life of earth a fitful dream, Dispelled by dawning day!

Then, O Lord Jesus, quickly show Thy glory and thy light, And take God' s longing children home, And end earth' s weary night.

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?

Yet peace, my heart! and hush, my tongue! Be calm my troubled breast! Each passing hour prepares thee more For everlasting rest. Thou knowest well, the time thy God Appoints for thee is best. The morning star already shines; The glow is in the east.