TILL HE COME "Till He come!" O, let the words Linger on the trembling chords; Let the little while between them In their golden light be seen; Let Us think how heaven and home Lie beyond that "Till He come!" Clouds and conflicts around us press; Would we have one sorrow less? All the sharpness of the cross All that tells the world is lost— Death, and darkness, and the tomb— Only whisper, "Till He come!" See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine and break the bread— Sweet memorials— till the Lord Calls us round His heavenly board; Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only, "Till He come!" REDEEM THE TIME Redeem the time! God only knows How soon our little life may close, With all its pleasures and its woes. Redeem the time. Redeem the time! It goeth fast; Then use it well, buy back the past, And think each day may be our last. Redeem the time. Redeem the time, and that with might! Far spent the day, quick falls the night; Soon closed the race, and fought the fight. Redeem the time. NOW If you have a rose for me Give it now. Not when death has been my fate Then 'tis evermore too late, Give it now. If a kind word you would say Say it now, For a word my heart will cheer Coming from a friend so dear. Say it now.
If you'd do a deed of love Do it now. Now I need a helping hand To give me courage, help me stand Do it now. If my troubled heart you'd ease Pray just now No one knows another's grief But your prayer will bring relief Pray just now. FORGET IT Forget the word of slander heard; Forget the harsh and cruel word; Forget the strife, the bitter test, Forget it all, in Him find rest. Forget the storms of yester-year; Forget the rocks, the days so drear; Forget the clouds you must pass through; Forget it all, He loveth you. Forget the foe, the woundings had; Forget the rain, the weather bad; Forget the snow, the days so cold; Forget it all as time grows old. Remember this, H is sovereign grace Sufficient is for every place; O'er every foe with Christ within, We shall o'ercome, the vict'ry win. HIS UNFAILING PRESENCE Another year I enter And it's history unknown; Oh, how my feet would tremble To tread its paths alone. But I have heard a whisper, I know I shall be blessed; "M y presence shall go with thee, And I will give thee rest." What will the new year bring me? I may not, must not, know; Will it be love and rapture, Or loneliness and woe? Hush! Hush! I hear His whkno-- i surely shall be blessed "M y presence shall go with thee, And I will give thee rest."
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