Savior, Long Thy Saints Have Waited

Savior

long Thy saints have wait­ed—

Centuries have passed away

Since the pro­mise first was giv­en

Of a glo­ri­ous Ad­vent day.

Grey and old the world is grow­ing

Loud the scoff­er’s boast is heard;

But our hearts are peace­ful know­ing

We may rest up­on Thy word.

Surely I come quick­ly!

Surely I come quick­ly!

Surely I come quick­ly!

Amen

Lord Je­sus

come!

Lo! the fig tree buds and blos­soms;

Lo! the sha­dows flee away;

Glad we lift our heads ex­pect­ant

Brief will now be Thy de­lay.

Thou to raise the dead art able

O’er the grave Thou didst pre­vail;

Heav’n and earth may prove un­sta­ble

But Thy word can nev­er fail.

Precious

pre­cious part­ing pro­mise!

Sweetly lin­ger in our ears

Brightly gleam amid our dark­ness

Gently soothe away our fears;

Ever nerve us for the con­flict

Ever fill our souls with joy;

Christ will come and will not tar­ry—

Nothing can our hope de­stroy.