COME, LORD JESUS

R. S. Renton

Lord Jesus, Thou art coming soon

To take us home with Thee

Blest prospect for the longing heart

Thyself, blest Lord to see.

Our eyes will gaze with wonder filled

Thy glory to behold,

The One to whom our all we owe

What treasures will unfold.

The prospect keeps us bright with joy

As quickened by Thy love,

Each day we wonder will it be

We’ll be with Thee above.

But oh, Lord Jesus, now we think

What it will be for Thee

To have th’assembly with Thyself

From sin and danger free.

Although we have Thyself not seen,

Our love for Thee we know,

Thy Spirit makes divine things real

And makes our praises flow.

To see Thee vindicated here

And publicly acclaimed,

Lord Jesus this we wait with joy

Of us Thou’rt not ashamed.

To see Thee reign from shore to shore

All kings shall bow to Thee

Thy Name shall be on every tongue

And all Thy glory see.

The wondrous triumphs of Thy love

Securing us for Thee

Will fill the courts of heaven above

With worship—hearts now free.

Our witness for Thee while we wait

May brighter, stronger be

Our sojourn here about to end

Until Thy face we see.

So keep us steady and alert

To watch and wait for Thee

Our eyes undimmed to look above

Lord Jesus, Thee to see.

Edinburgh