Scripture Verse

As often as you eat this bread, and drink this cup, you show the Lord’s death till He come. 1 Corinthians 11:26


Edward H. Bickersteth, Jr. (1825–1906)

Words: Ed­ward H. Bick­er­steth, Jr., 1861. First pub­lished in his work The Bless­ed Dead, 1862.

Music: Nas­sau (Ro­sen­müll­er) Jo­hann Ros­en­müll­er, in the Hun­dert Ahn­muth­ig und Son­der­bahr Geist­lich­er Ar­ien, an ap­pen­dix to the Geist-und-Lehr­reich­es Kirch­en und Hauss-Buch, 1694 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Johann Rosenmüller (1615–1684)


Till He come O 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.

When the wea­ry ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life joy ov­er­cast?
Hush, be ev­ery mur­mur dumb;
It is on­ly, 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 lost,
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
Calls us round His hea­ven­ly board;
Some from earth, from glo­ry some
Severed only, Till He come.