Come, Lord, and Tarry Not

Come

Lord

and tar­ry not;

Bring the long looked for day;

O why these years of wait­ing here

These ages of de­cay?

Come

for Thy saints still wait;

Daily as­cends their sigh;

The Spir­it and the Bride say

Come;

Does Thou not hear the cry?

Come

for cre­ation groans

Impatient of Thy stay

Worn out with these long years of ill

These ag­es of de­lay.

Come

for Thy Is­ra­el pines

An ex­ile from Thy fold;

O call to mind Thy faith­ful word

And bless them as of old.

Come

for Thy foes are strong;

With taunt­ing lip they say

Where is the pro­mised Ad­vent now

And where the dread­ed day?

Come

for the good are few;

They lift the voice in vain;

Faith wax­es faint­er on the earth

And love is on the wane.

Come

for the truth is weak

And er­ror pours abroad

Its sub­tle poi­son o’er the earth—

An earth that hates her God.

Come

for love wax­es cold

Its steps are faint and slow;

Faith now is lost in un­be­lief

Hope’s lamp burns dim and low.

Come

for the grave is full

Earth’s tombs no more can hold

The sat­ed se­pul­chers re­bel

And groans the heav­ing mold.

Come

for the corn is ripe

Put in thy sic­kle now

Reap the great har­vest of the earth—

Sower and reap­er Thou.

Come in Thy glo­ri­ous might

Come with the ir­on rod

Scattering Thy foes be­fore Thy face

Most migh­ty Son of God!

Come

spoil the strong man’s house

Bind him and cast him hence

Show Thy­self strong­er than the strong

Thyself Om­ni­po­tence.

Come

and make all things new

Build up this ru­ined earth;

Restore our fa­ded para­dise

Creation’s se­cond birth.

Come

and be­gin Thy reign

Of ev­er­last­ing peace;

Come

take the king­dom to Thy­self

Great King of right­eous­ness.