O Son of God, we
wait for Thee,
In love for Thine
appearing;
We know Thou
sittest on the
throne,
And we Thy Name are
bearing,
Who trusts in Thee,
may joyful be,
And see Thee, Lord,
descending,
To bring us bliss
unending.
We wait
for Thee �mid toil
and pain,
In weariness and
sighing;
But glad that Thou
our guilt hast
borne,
And canceled it by
dying;
Hence cheerfully
may we with Thee
Take up our cross
and bear it,
Till we relief
inherit.
We wait for
Thee; here Thou
hast won
Our hearts to hope
and duty;
But while our
spirits feel Thee
near,
Our eyes would see
Thy beauty;
We fain would be at
rest with Thee
In peace and joy
supernal,
In glorious life
eternal.
We wait for
Thee; sure Thou
wilt come;
The time is swiftly
nearing;
In this we also now
rejoice,
And long for Thine
appearing.
Oh, bliss �twill be
when Thee we see,
Homeward Thy people
bringing,
With transport and
with singing!
