"Till He come!" Yes, He is coming,—
Coming midway first to air;
Then, O, then, how blest the rapture
Which His blood-bought saints shall share!
In a brief,—a twinkling moment,—
Loved ones, parted long, shall meet,
In that sweet and blest re-union
Round the blest Redeemer's feet!
"Till He come!" Yes, He is coming!
Jesus, our ascended Lord;
Coming back as He hath promised,
Coming to fulfill His word;
Coming, not in lowly fashion,
But in glorified array,—
Coming back, O, Hallelujah,—
Welcome to that gladsome day!
"Till He come!" Yes, He is coming!
Coming back to earth again,
Coming back, and with His scepter,
O'er this earth to rule and reign.
Coming back to take dominion,
Then to rule as King of Peace,
When this earth from Satan's bondage
Shall have welcome, glad release.
"Till He come!" Take heart ye pilgrims!
Each one lift his drooping head!
Can ye sigh when soon your Bridegroom
Ye, His bride, so soon shall wed?
Cry, with quick, impassioned pleading,
Cry, with hearts that beat for home,
"Come, Lord Jesus! O, come quickly!
Come, Lord Jesus! quickly come!”
"Till He come!" Hark! Hark! ye nations!
Hark! ye souls of men today!
Will ye not God's love and pardon
Seek while yet His judgments stay?
O, the sad and bitter wailing
When the door of grace shall close,
And the hearts of men would welcome
Him whom now they so oppose.
"Till He come!"—There still is pardon!
"Till He come!" 'Tis still "Today!"
Why, O why, so great salvation
Will ye blindly cast away?
God's great love His Son hath given,
Sacrifice both free and great,—
Jesus, Substitute and Savior,—
Take Him ere it be too late.