Light for the Last Days

You have loved righteousness

When the weary ones we love

Enter on their rest above,

When their words of love and cheer

Fall no longer on our ear,

Hush! be every murmur dumb,

It is only “Till He come!”

Clouds and darkness 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,

Pain us only “Till He come!”

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1825-1906

Tony Pearce