Anon.

12.11.12.11.

I’M waiting for Thee, Lord,

Thy beauty to see, Lord

I’m waiting for Thee, for Thy coming again,

Thou art gone over there, Lord,

A place to prepare, Lord,

Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again.

2

’Mid danger and fear, Lord,

I’m oft weary here, Lord,

The day must be near of Thy coming again.

’Tis all sunshine, Lord,

No sighing nor care, Lord,

But glory so fair at Thy coming again.

3

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.

4

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.

5

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.