|Text:||A little while, our Lord shall come|
1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 A little while, come, Saviour, come!
For thee thy church has tarried long;
Take thy poor, wearied pilgrims home,
To sing the new, eternal song.
|First Line:||A little while, our Lord shall come|
|Topic:||Waiting for Christ: Closing Work|
|Notes:||Alternate tunes: #316, 538, or 875.|