“A little while,” our Lord shall come,
And we shall wander here no more;
He’ll take us to our Father’s home,
Where He for us has gone before.
“A little while,” He’ll come again;
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him.
“A little while,” ’t will soon be past;
Why should we shun the promised cross?
O let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting for Him all else but loss.
“A little while,” come, Saviour, come!James G. Deck
For thee thy Bride has tarried long;
Take thy poor wearied pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song.
This hymn is from J. C. Ryle’s little book Spiritual Songs, published in 1849, when he was rector of Helmingham, Suffolk. The hymns Ryle selected were not found in the most common hymnbooks of the day.
Suggested tune: Old Hundredth.
Download a .pdf file of the hymnal.