I’m waiting for thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
I’m waiting for thee,
For thy coming again.
Thou’rt gone over there, Lord,
A place to prepare, Lord;
Thy home I shall share,
At thy coming again.
Mid danger and fear, Lord,
I’m oft weary here, Lord;
The day must be near
Of thy coming again.
‘Tis all sunshine there, Lord,
No sighing nor care, Lord,
But glory so fair at thy coming again.
Whilst thou art away, Lord,
I stumble and stray, Lord;
Oh, hasten the day
Of thy coming again.
This is not my rest, Lord,
A pilgrim confest, Lord,
I wait to be blest
At thy coming again.
Our loved ones before, Lord,
Their troubles are o’er, Lord;
I’ll meet them once more
At thy coming again.
The blood was the sign, Lord,
That marked them as thine, Lord,
And brightly they’ll shine
At thy coming again.
E’en now let my ways, Lord,
Be bright with thy praise, Lord,
For brief are the days
Ere thy coming again.
I’m waiting for thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
No triumph for me
Like thy coming again: