I’m Waiting for Thee, Lord

I’m wait­ing for Thee

Lord

Thy beau­ty to see

Lord;

I’m wait­ing for Thee—

For Thy com­ing again.

Thou’rt gone ov­er there

Lord

A place to pre­pare

Lord

Thy home I shall share

At Thy com­ing again.

’Mid dan­ger and fear

Lord

I’m oft wea­ry here

Lord

The day must be near of

Thy com­ing again.

’Tis all sun­shine there

Lord

No sigh­ing nor care

Lord

But glo­ry so fair

At Thy com­ing again.

Whilst Thou art away

Lord

I stum­ble and stray

Lord;

Oh! hast­en the day of Thy com­ing again.

This is not my rest

Lord

A pil­grim con­fessed

Lord

I wait to be blest

At Thy com­ing again.

Our loved ones be­fore

Lord

Their trou­bles are o’er

Lord

I’ll meet them once more

At Thy com­ing again;

Thy blood was the sign

Lord

That marked them as Thine

Lord

And bright­ly they’ll shine

At Thy com­ing again.

E’en now let my ways

Lord

Be bright with Thy praise

Lord;

For brief are the days ere

Thy com­ing again.

I’m waiting for Thee

Lord

Thy beau­ty to see

Lord

No tri­umph for me

Like Thy com­ing again.