1 A lit­tle while, and He will come,
Then we shall wan­der here no more;
He comes to take us to that home,
Where all our sor­rows will be o’er.

2 A lit­tle while, He’ll come again;
Let us the pre­cious hours re­deem;
Our great­est grief, to give Him pain,
Our joy, to serve and fol­low Him.

3 A lit­tle while, ’twill soon be past,
Why should we shun the shame and cross?
Oh! let us in His foo­tsteps haste,
Counting for Him all else as loss.

4 A lit­tle while—come, Sav­ior, come!
For Thee Thy church has wait­ed long;
Take Thy poor, wear­ied peo­ple home,
To sing the new, un­end­ing song.