Jesus, Thy Church with Longing Eyes

Jesus

Thy church with long­ing eyes

For Thine ex­pect­ed com­ing waits:

When will the pro­mised Light arise

And glo­ry beam from Zi­on’s gates?

E’en now

when tem­pests round us fall

And win­try clouds o’er­cast the sky

Thy words with plea­sure we recall

And deem that our re­demp­tion’s nigh.

Come

gra­cious Lord

our hearts re­new

Our foes re­pel

our wrongs re­dress

Man’s root­ed en­mi­ty sub­due

And crown Thy Gos­pel with suc­cess.

O come

and reign o’er ev­ery land;

Let Sa­tan from his throne be hurled;

Let na­tions bow to Thy com­mand

And grace re­vive a dy­ing world.

Yes

Thou wilt speed­ily ap­pear;

The smit­ten earth al­rea­dy reels;

And not far off we seem to hear

The thun­der of Thy cha­ri­ot wheels.

Teach us

in watch­ful­ness and pray­er

To wait for the ap­point­ed hour

And fit us for Thy grace to share

The tri­umph of Thy con­quer­ing pow­er.