Waiting for Thy Coming (Winslow)

I am wait­ing for Thy com­ing

To this swept and gar­nished heart

Thou hast cast away its id­ols

Thou art cleans­ing ev­ery part;

I am rest­ing on Thy pro­mise

Fears and doubt­ings are all still;

But I’m long­ing for Thy com­ing

All its emp­ti­ness to fill.

I am wait­ing for Thy com­ing

Blessèd Pre­sence from ab­ove

For the fire from off Thine al­tar

Thine ab­ound­ing grace and love;

Faith’s clasp is all too chill­ing

Though sure its guer­don be

For a con­scious touch I’m long­ing

O Sav­ior dear

of Thee.

I am wait­ing for Thy com­ing

But I dare not cross Thy will

In the twi­light of Thine ab­sence

I hold me cal­mly still;

As Thou will­est in Thy wis­dom

When Thou will­est in Thy might

Thou wilt come

and ev­ery sha­dow

Be al­to­ge­ther light.

I am wait­ing for Thy com­ing;

Not Thy choic­est gifts

but Thee

For the lov­ing heart cares on­ly

Its be­lov­èd One to see.

I list not for their harp-strings

Nor for an­gel chor­als pine;

No voice can still my yearn­ings

O bless­èd Lord

save Thine.

I have wait­ed for Thy com­ing

But my wait­ing was not long

Lo! twi­light turns to sun­shine

And my plaint be­comes a song.

Thou hast filled Thy wait­ing tem­ple

Thy glo­ri­ous face I see

And earth is turned to Heav­en

Since Thou art come to me.