Christ’s Coming (Burch)

Ages ago in the east­ern lands

They watched for Him

Listening for His cha­ri­ot wheels

As the days grew dim

and won­dered the year

He would come again

from Ol­iv­et;

With wel­com­ing words on their lips they watched

But He tar­ries yet.

He tar­ries yet

He tar­ries yet

With wel­com­ing words on their lips they watched

But He tar­ries yet.

Every year across win­ter snows

With wist­ful eyes

Eager dis­ci­ples have watched for Him

Coming from the skies;

And ev­ery year un­der sum­mer suns

They have sung His praise

And cried for Him from their yearn­ing hearts

But He still de­lays.

Sometimes we look at the fleet­ing clouds

And in fan­cy trace

Bright shin­ing robes

and the feet of brass

And His glo­ri­ous face;

And hold­ing our breath when the gleam­ing comes

We can al­most hear

The soul thrill­ing sound of His bless­èd voice

This wait­ing time.

Take cour­age

bro­thers—we have His word

And He will not fail;

Let us be pa­tient and watch and wait

’Till our pray­ers pre­vail:

He sure­ly will come as He said He would

In a light sub­lime

And we shall for­get as we see His face

This wait­ing time.

This wai­ting time

this wait­ing time

And we shall for­get as we see His face

This wait­ing time.