23*. O Jesus, Precious Savior

7,6.
by J.N. Darby, 1856
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O Jesus, precious Savior,
 
Oh when wilt Thou return?
 
Our hearts with woe familiar,
 
To Thee, our Master, turn.
“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.” (Luke 2:11)
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Our woe is Thine, Lord Jesus,
 
Our joy is in Thy love,
 
But woe and joy all lead us
 
To Thee in heaven above.
3
To Thee we look, Lord Jesus,
 
To Thee whose love we know,
 
We wait the power that frees us
 
From bondage, sin and woe.
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We look for Thine appearing,
 
Thy presence here to bless,
 
We greet the day that’s nearing,
 
When all this woe shall cease.
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But, oh, for us, blest Savior,
 
How brighter far the lot,
 
To be with Thee forever,
 
Where evil enters not!
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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.
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With Thee, O Lord, forever,
 
Our souls shall be content,
 
Nor act nor thought shall ever
 
Full joy with Thee prevent.
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Oh come, then, soon, Lord Jesus,
 
In patience still we wait,
 
Await the power that frees us — 
 
Our longed-for heavenly seat.
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