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Thursday, September 26, 2013

Marbles, Daffodils and Tine Vase with When our work is ended, we shall sweetly rest and “Till He come,” O let the words

When our work is ended, we shall sweetly rest
‘Mid the sainted spirits, safe on Jesus’ breast;
All our trials over, we shall gladly sing,
Grave! where is thy vict’ry?  Death! where is thy sting?

Earth hath many sorrows, but they cannot last,
And our greatest troubles quickly will be past;
If we look to Jesus, He will give us strength;
By His grace we shall be conquerors at length.

When the storm is over, sweet will be the calm;
After life’s long battle, bright the victor’s palm;
And the cross of anguish which now weighs us down,
We’ll exchange in Heaven for a shining crown.

Tho’ the dark waves roll high, we will be undismayed;
“Let us pass over the river,
And rest under the shade, rest under the shade,
Rest under the shade of the trees.”

Kate Cameron
“Till He come,” O let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the “little while” between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heav’n and home
Lie beyond that “Till He come.”

When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast?
Hush, be every murmur dumb;
It is only, “Till He come.”

See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and break the bread,-
Sweet memorials, till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board,
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only, “Till He come!”

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth

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