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Our Little While

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 13, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 28.

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Our Little While

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
Just a little farther ere we reach our home, Just a while to labor till our Lord says, “Come,” Just a few more sorrows ere all grief is o’er, Just a final conflict — then rest evermore.
Almost home, ye toilers! Faint not at the close, There remaineth for you joy and blest repose; From the weary workers, when the prize is given, Thought of earth will vanish midst the bloom of heaven.
Till He comes we labor, till He comes we pray, Waiting His appearing and the triumph day. “Till He comes,”— our watchword through earth’s little while; Let our songs and praises weary hours beguile.
Portland, Ore.