GOD waits, in patient grace He waits,
His wrath He’s long restrained
Toward a guilty rebel world,
With blood of Christ deep stained.
His suffering-long salvation is
Towards Adam’s guilty race;
In every sinner gathered in
We trace His patient grace.
The blessed Son of God doth wait,
His deep desire is this,
To have His blood-bought Bride with Him
In glory where He is.
The Holy Ghost, the Spirit waits
In patient grace as well;
When Jesus took His place on high
He came on earth to dwell.
The Church, Christ’s Bride, doth wait for Him
To take her to His home;
His promise cheers her on her way,
“Behold, I quickly come.”
The whole creation waits and groans,
And longeth to be free
From Satan’s thralldom and his sway,
To be at liberty.
Come, Jesus, then, nor tarry long,
Responsive to each call;
Come, Saviour, take Thy power supreme,
And reign, the Lord of all.