I�m waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord;
I�m waiting for Thee�
For Thy coming again.
Thou�rt gone over there, Lord,
A place to prepare, Lord,
Thy home I shall share
At Thy coming again.
�Mid danger and fear, Lord,
I�m oft weary here, Lord,
The day must be near of
Thy coming again.
�Tis all sunshine there, Lord,
No sighing nor care, Lord,
But glory so fair
At Thy coming again.
Whilst Thou art away, Lord,
I stumble and stray, Lord;
Oh! hasten the day of Thy coming again.
This is not my rest, Lord,
A pilgrim confessed, Lord,
I wait to be blest,
At Thy coming again.
E�en now let my ways, Lord,
Be bright with Thy praise, Lord;
For brief are the days ere
Thy coming again.
I�m waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
No triumph for me
Like Thy coming again.
