“I Will Return”

Son of God

Thy peo­ple’s shield

Must we still Thine ab­sence mourn?

Let Thy pro­mise be ful­filled—

Thou hast said

I will re­turn.

Gracious Mas­ter

soon ap­pear

Quickly bring Thy morn­ing’s light;

Then will cease the con­stant tear

Hope be turned to joyful sight.

As a wo­man counts the days

Till her ab­sent lord she sees

Longs and watch­es

weeps and prays

So the Church must long for Thee.

Come

that we may see Thee nigh;

Then the sheep shall feed in peace;

Hushed for­ev­er trou­ble’s sigh

Sin and sor­row’s tri­umph cease.