A Little While

“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;
To dwell with Him, to see His face, And sing the glories of His grace.

“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;

Watching and ready may we be, as those who long their Lord to see.

“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;
Oh, how will recompense His smile, the suffering of this little while;
Oh, how will recompense His smile, the suffering of this little while!

“A little while!” Come, Savior, 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;

To see Thy glory, and to be in everything conformed to Thee!

—James G. Deck (1802-1884)