Just When Thou Wilt

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Title:     Just When Thou Wilt
Author: Frances Ridley Havergal [More Titles by Havergal]

[* Dictated in illness.]

I.

JUST when Thou wilt, O Master, call!
Or at the noon, or evening fall,
Or in the dark, or in the light,--
Just when Thou wilt, it must be right.

II.

Just when Thou wilt, O Saviour, come,
Take me to dwell in Thy bright home!
Or when the snows have crowned my head,
Or ere it hath one silver thread.

III.

Just when Thou wilt, O Bridegroom, say,
'Rise up, my love, and come away!
Open to me Thy golden gate
Just when Thou wilt, or soon, or late.

IV.

Just when Thou wilt--Thy time is best--
Thou shalt appoint my hour of rest,
Marked by the Sun of perfect love,
Shining unchangeably above.

V.

Just when Thou wilt!--no choice for me!
Life is a gift to use for Thee;
Death is a hushed and glorious tryst,
With Thee, my King, my Saviour, Christ!

[The end]
Frances Ridley Havergal's poem: Just When Thou Wilt

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