 | 218: SOON will the Master come: soon pass away |  |
| 217: SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, and put your armour on | 219: LORD, what is man? 'Tis He who died |
| 10.10.10.10.10.10. sung to Yorkshire 1 SOON will the Master come: soon pass away Our times of conflict, grief, and suffering here; Our night of weeping end in cloudless day, And sorrow's moment like a dream appear: Eternity --- with Jesus --- in the skies --- How soon that Sun of righteousness may rise! 2 We shall behold Him, whom not seen we love; We shall be with Him, whom we long to see; We shall be like Him, fit for realms above, With Him, and like Him, for eternity: Is now to sit at Jesus' feet our choice? How will fruition then our souls rejoice! |
