23*. O Jesus, Precious Savior

by J.N.D., 1856
O Jesus, precious Savior,
Oh when wilt Thou return?
Our hearts with woe familiar,
To Thee, our Master, turn.
Our woe is Thine, Lord Jesus,
Our joy is in Thy love,
But woe and joy all lead us
To Thee in heaven above.
To Thee we look, Lord Jesus,
To Thee whose love we know,
We wait the power that frees us
From bondage, sin and woe.
We look for Thine appearing,
Thy presence here to bless,
We greet the day that's nearing,
When all this woe shall cease.
But, oh, for us, blest Savior,
How brighter far the lot,
To be with Thee forever,
Where evil enters not!
To see Thee who'st so loved us,
Then face to face above,
Whose grace at first had moved us
To taste and know Thy love.
With Thee, O Lord, forever,
Our souls shall be content,
Nor act nor thought shall ever
Full joy with Thee prevent.
Oh come, then, soon, Lord Jesus,
In patience still we wait,
Await the power that frees us—
Our longed-for heavenly seat.