Savior, Come, Thy Friends Are Waiting

Savior

come

Thy friends are wait­ing

Waiting for the fi­nal day:

Thence the pro­mised glo­ry dat­ing;

Come and bear Thy saints away.

Come

Lord Je­sus

Thus Thy wait­ing people pray.

Base the wish

and vain th’en­dea­vor

While on earth to find our rest:

’Till we see Thy face

we nev­er

Shall or can be ful­ly blest;

In Thy pre­sence

Nothing shall our peace mo­lest.

Lord

we wait for Thine ap­pear­ing:

Tarry not

Thy peo­ple say;

Bright the pros­pect is

and cheer­ing

Of be­hold­ing Thee that day;

When our sor­rows

Shall for ev­er pass away.

’Till it comes

O keep us stea­dy

Keep us walk­ing in Thy ways;

At Thy call may we be rea­dy

And our heads with tri­umph raise:

Then with an­gels

Sing Thine ev­er­last­ing praise.