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<h2>TILL HE COME</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord’s death till He come.” 1 Corinthians 11:26</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_i_bickersteth_e.jpg" alt="Edward Henry Bickersteth, Jr. (1825-1906)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="143.333333333333" height="175.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_i_bickersteth_eh.html" target="_blank">Edward Henry Bickersteth</a>, 1862.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Nassau,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_r_o_rosenmuller_j.html" target="_blank">Johann Rosenmüller</a> (1615-1685) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_n_nassau.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Redhead (Petra),” Richard Redhead, 1853 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_redhead.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>“Till He come,” O let the words<br>
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Linger on the trembling chords,<br>
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Let the “little while” between<br>
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In their golden light be seen;<br>
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Let us think how heaven and home<br>
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Lie beyond that, “Till He come.”</p>
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<p>When the weary ones we love<br>
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Enter on their rest above,<br>
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Seems the earth so poor and vast,<br>
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All our life joy overcast?<br>
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Hush, be every murmur dumb;<br>
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It is only, “Till He come.”
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<p>Clouds and conflicts round us press;<br>
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Would we have one sorrow less?<br>
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All the sharpness of the cross,<br>
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All that tells the world is lost,<br>
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Death and darkness, and the tomb,<br>
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Only whisper, “Till He come.”</p>
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<p>See, the feast of love is spread,<br>
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Drink the wine, and break the bread;<br>
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Sweet memorials, till the Lord<br>
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Calls us round His heavenly board;<br>
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Some from earth, from glory some<br>
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Severed only, “Till He come.”</p>
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