Return, O God of Love

Return

O God of love

re­turn;

Earth is a tire­some place:

How long shall we Thy child­ren mourn

Our ab­sence from Thy face?

Let Heav’n suc­ceed our pain­ful years

Let sin and sor­row cease

And in pro­por­tion to our tears

So make our joys in­crease.

Thy won­ders to Thy serv­ants show

Make Thy own work com­plete;

Then shall our souls Thy glo­ry know

And own Thy love was great.

Then shall we shine be­fore Thy throne

In all Thy beau­ty

Lord;

And the poor serv­ice we have done

Meet a di­vine re­ward.