We’re Waiting Still, Dear Lord, for Thee

We’re wait­ing still

dear Lord

for Thee

Thy pro­mise to ful­fill

When Thou shalt come in ma­jes­ty

To reign on Zi­on’s hill;

We’re wait­ing still

dear Lord

for Thee

To ga­ther Ab­ram’s seed

When from all pain and cru­el­ty

Thy fol­low­ers shall be freed.

We’re wait­ing still

dear Lord

for Thee

To rend the vault­ed skies

To give us im­mor­tal­ity

And bid us to Thee rise;

We’re wait­ing still

dear Lord

for Thee

To wake the sleep­ing dead

When Thy dear saints no more shall be

Through death’s dark por­tals led.

Help us to wait

dear Lord

for Thee

With pa­tience and with hope

And may Thy Spir­it ev­er be

Our com­fort and sup­port;

Lord

grant us pow­er to watch and pray

The wait­ing Spir­it give

That we may meet in end­less day

And end­less joys re­ceive.

We’ve wait­ed long

we’re wait­ing still

Yet we expect to wait

Till Thou Thy pro­mise shalt ful­fill

And earth anew cre­ate;

Then we ex­pect to reign with Thee

When earth shall own Thy sway

When we

from all our sor­rows free

Shall dwell in end­less day.