O Son of God, We Wait for Thee

O Son of God

we wait for Thee

In love for Thine ap­pear­ing;

We know Thou sit­test on the throne

And we Thy name are bear­ing

Who trusts in Thee

may joy­ful be

And see Thee

Lord

des­cend­ing

To bring us bliss un­end­ing.

We wait for Thee ’mid toil and pain

In wea­ri­ness and sigh­ing;

But glad that Thou our guilt hast borne

And can­celed it by dy­ing;

Hence cheer­ful­ly may we with Thee

Take up our cross and bear it

Till we re­lief in­her­it.

We wait for Thee; here Thou hast won

Our hearts to hope and du­ty;

But while our spir­its feel Thee near

Our eyes would see Thy beau­ty;

We fain would be at rest with Thee

In peace and joy su­per­nal

In glo­ri­ous life eter­nal.

We wait for Thee; sure Thou wilt come;

The time is swift­ly near­ing;

In this we also now re­joice

And long for Thine ap­pear­ing.

Oh

bliss ’twill be when Thee we see

Homeward Thy peo­ple bring­ing

With trans­port and with sing­ing!