O Savior, Is Thy Promise Fled?

O Sav­ior

Is Thy pro­mise fled?

Nor long­er might Thy grace en­dure

To heal the sick

and raise the dead

And preach Thy Gos­pel to the poor?

Come

Je­sus! come! re­turn again:

With bright­er beams Thy serv­ants bless

Who long to feel Thy per­fect reign

And share Thy king­dom’s hap­pi­ness!

A fee­ble race

by pas­sion driv’n

In dark­ness and in doubt we roam

And lift our anx­ious eyes to Heav’n

Our hope

our har­bor

and our home!

Yet

’mid the wild and win­try gale

When Death rides dark­ly o’er the sea

And strength and earth­ly dar­ing fail

Our pray­ers

Re­deem­er! rest on Thee!

Come

Je­sus! come! and

as of yore

Thy pro­phet went to clear Thy way

A har­bin­ger Thy feet be­fore

A dawn­ing to Thy bright­er day.

So now may grace with heav’n­ly show­er

Our sto­ny hearts for truth pre­pare;

Sow in our souls the seed of pow­er

Then come and reap Thy har­vest there!