Lord, we see the day approaching,
When Thou wilt again appear;
Sinners still Thy garments touching,
Stay Thee in Thy coming here. Hid in Heaven all our treasure,
Patience now becomes Thy saints;
Lord, we wait Thy gracious pleasure,
Faith should silence all complaints. Through the wilderness we wander,
Troubled oft, but not distressed;
Seek we glory? It is yonder,
Suffering pledges future rest. Coming judgments round us darken,
Human hearts may fail or fear;
But to Thee alone we hearken,
“Your redemption draweth near.” Make each waiting child obedient,
Stay our anxious hearts on this:
If Thy going were “expedient,”
Surely Thy return is bliss. Our own Lord is coming hither,
Light in darkness, joy in grief;
Hope deferred would quickly wither
Hearts that had not this relief. All we need is deep affection,
Singleness of eye and heart;
Strength to own Thee in rejection:
Grace sufficient, Lord, impart! |
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