SIT down beneath His shadow, And rest with great delight; The faith that now beholds Him Is pledge of future sight.
Our Master’s love remember, Exceeding great and free; Lift up thy heart in gladness, For He remembers thee.
Bring every weary burden, Thy sin, thy fear, thy grief; He calls the heavy-laden, And gives them kind relief.
A little while, though parted, Remember, wait, and love; Until He comes in glory, Until we meet above.
Till in the Father’s kingdom The heavenly feast is spread; And we behold His beauty, Whose blood for us was shed.
Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-79