“If I go... I will come again and receive you unto Myself.” John 14:3.
How He wonders, often wonders
That we do not love-sick grow -
For His Home! Himself! He wonders
That our tears so seldom flow.
He would we’d watch! morn, noon, and night
For His return in love’s delight -
Does our heart to His heart say,
O! that Thou wouldst come today!
How He loved to be constrained
By those hearts so passing dear!
“Made as though He would go farther”
When He’d have them yet more near;
Yes! that sweet “abide with us”
Was music! and ‘tis ever thus!
Does our heart to His Heart say,
O! that Thou wouldst come today!
Yes, the word that thrills His Own heart
As He “waits” the Father’s time!
Is the yearning “Come, Lord Jesus”
Winged from earth a heavenly chime!
“Ways” as “Words” accord the saying -
“Come, Lord Jesus” ever praying
Do our hearts to His Heart say,
O! that Thou wouldst “come” today?
Are we strangers? Feel we lonely?
Is down here a foreign clime?
“Our affections” all deep centered
And around His things entwine.
Do our hearts to His Heart say,
O! that Thou wouldst “come” today!
“Quickly,” “Quickly,” we would cry!
Wait thy personal reply!
Only now a “little while”
Counting on Thy present smile
We who know the griefsome road,
Know the Christ of God, who trod
Earth’s dark way, to bring us Home,
Sin apart to have “His Own,”
Come, Lord Jesus, “Come”, we cry
Wait Thy Personal reply.