“COME, LORD JESUS”

Thou, Lord, from the heavens wilt come,

Our Deliverer, God’s own Son,

For thy bride, to take her home

To the glory Thou hast won.

Oh, Belov’d, till shadows flee,

Longing hearts wait earnestly.

 

Thou hast left us, gone on high,

On the Father’s throne to wait;

We, ‘neath dark and stormy sky,

Toil with floods which ne’er abate.

Oh, Belov’d, sustained by Thee,

Longing hearts wait patiently.

 

Thou art faithful, and Thy love

Ne’er can fail Thy cherished bride.

In Thy Father’s house above,

With Thyself shall we abide.

Oh, Belov’d, thus cheered by Thee,

Longing hearts wait eagerly.

 

This Thy precious promise, Lord,

“I come quickly”, us inspires.

Sweet as honey is that word,

Telling of Thy heart’s desires.

Oh, Belov’d, we wait for Thee,

Longing hearts Thy face would see.