Let us think how heav'n and home
Lie beyond that "Till he come!"
2 When the weary ones we love
Enter on that rest above,
When their words of love and cheer
Fall no longer on our ear,
Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb,
It is only "Till he come!"
3 Clouds and darkness round us press;
Would we have one sorrow less?