"Yet a little while,"-the Lord
Thus hath promis'd in His word,
Christ, the Lord, shall come again,
Take His ransom'd ones-and reign!
Yet a little while-shall come
What to each must fix their doom,
Give to saints eternal bliss,
Sinners, endless wretchedness.
Yet a little-saints of God,
Have ye heard the solemn word?
Bride of Christ, art thou awake,
Waiting, watching for his sake?
As the children of the day,
Do ye tread your heav'nly way;
Girded loins, and lamps of fire,
Showing still your soul's desire?
O! abide in Him, be wise,
Flee the world, avoid its ways,
So, His coming, saint, shall be,
Only joy, and peace to thee!