2 A little while for patient vigil keeping, To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong; A little while to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest-song. 3 A little while to wear the vail of sadness, To toil with weary step through miry ways, Then to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness, And clasp the girdle round the robe of Praise! 4 A little while, ’mid shadow and illusion, To strive by faith love’s mysteries to spell, Then read each dark enigma’s bright solution, Then hail sight’s verdict—He doth all things well. 5 And he who is himself the Gift and Giver, The future glory and the present smile, With the bright promise of the glad For ever, Will light the shadows of earth’s Little While. 931 11s & 10s. For yet a little while. Heb. 10:37. A little longer still—patience belovéd; A little longer still, ere heaven unroll The glory, and the brightness, and the wonder, Eternal and divine, that waits thy soul. 2 A little longer ere life, true, immortal, (Not this our shadowy life) will be thine own, And thou shalt stand where winged archangels worship, And trembling bow before the great white throne. 3 A little longer still, and heaven awaits thee, And fills thy spirit with a great delight; Then our pale joys will seem a dream forgotten, Our sun a darkness, and our day a night. 4 A little longer, and thy heart, belovéd, Shall beat for ever with a love divine; And joy so pure, so mighty, so eternal, No mortal knows, and lives, shall then be thine. 5 A little longer yet, and angel voices Shall sing in heavenly chant upon thine ear; Angels and saints await thee, and God needs thee; Belovéd, can we bid thee linger here! 932 10s. Sufferings and glory. Rom. 8:18. Through cross to crown! and though thy spirit’s life Trials untold assail with giant strength, Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter strife, And thou shalt reign in peace with Christ at length. 2 Through woe to joy! and though at morn thou weep, And though the midnight finds thee weeping still, Good cheer! good cheer! The shepherd loves his sheep; Resign thee to the watchful Father’s will. 3 Through death to life! and through this vale of tears, And through this thistle-field of life, ascend To the great supper in that world whose years Of bliss unfading, cloudless, know no end. 933 10s. After the toil.