Come, Lord Jesus

Verse 1

The Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see, And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she.

Verse 2

The serpent’s brood increase, The pow’rs of Hell grow bold, The conflict thickens, faith is low, And love is waxing cold.

Verse 3

We long to hear your voice, To see you face to face, To share your crown and glory then, As now we share your grace.

Verse 4

Should not the loving bride The absent bridegroom mourn? Should not she wear the weeds of grief Until her Lord’s return?

Verse 5

The whole creation groans And waits to hear the voice That shall restore her loveliness And make her heart rejoice.

Verse 6

Come, Lord, and wipe away The curse, the sin, the stain, And make this blighted world of ours Your own fair world again.