Text Based On 1 Corinthians Chapter 11 (KJV)
For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup,
ye do shew the Lord's death till he come.
1952 BH - Page No. 389
The Church - Passover Memorial
The Weekly Seventh Day Sabbath
Words: Edward H. Bickersteth: 1825-1906
Music: Henry T. Smart: 1813-1879
TILL HE COME
Till He come! Oh let the words-
Linger on the trembling chords:
Let the little while between-
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heaven and home-
Lie beyond that “Till He come.”
Clouds and conflicts round us press;
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss,
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-
Call us round His heavenly board;
Then at last all gathered home,
Severed only till He come.
A Blessèd Passover to all believers.
In the Son’s Name - For the Father’s glory.
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