J. G. Deck
“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.
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,
Watching and ready may we be,
As those who long their Lord to see.
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;
O how will recompense His smile
The suffering of this “little while.”
4
“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.
