Return to Bless My Waiting Eyes

Return to bless my wait­ing eyes

And cheer my mourn­ing heart

O Lord!

Without Thee

all be­neath the skies

No real plea­sure can af­ford.

When Thy loved pre­sence meets my sight

It soft­ens care

and sweet­ens toil;

The sun shines forth with dou­ble light

The whole cre­ation wears a smile.

Upon Thine arm of love I rest

Thy gra­cious voice for­bids my fear;

No storms dis­turb my peace­ful breast

No foes as­sault when Thou art near.

But ah! since Thou hast been away

Nothing but trou­ble have I known;

And Sa­tan marks me for his prey

Because he sees me left alone.

My sun is hid

my com­forts lost

My grac­es droop

my sins re­vive;

Distressed

dis­mayed

and tem­pest tossed

My soul is on­ly just al­ive!

Lord

hear my cry and come again!

Put all mine ene­mies to shame

And let them see

’tis not in vain

That I have trust­ed in Thy name.