We Wait for Thee, O Glorious One

O Son of God

we wait for Thee

We look for Thine ap­pear­ing;

We bear Thy name

and on the throne

We see Thy pre­sence cheer­ing.

Faith ev­en now up­lifts its brow

And sees the Lord des­cend­ing

And with Him bliss un­end­ing.

We wait for Thee

through days for­lorn

In pa­tient self-de­ni­al;

We know that Thou our grief hast borne

Upon Thy cross of tri­al.

And well may we su­bmit with Thee

To bear the cross and love it

Until Thy hand re­move it.

We wait for Thee; al­rea­dy Thou

Hast all our heart’s sub­mis­sion;

And though the spir­it sees Thee now

We long for op­en vi­sion;

When ours shall be sweet rest with Thee

And pure un­fad­ing plea­sure

And life in end­less mea­sure.

We wait for Thee in cer­tain hope—

The time will soon be ov­er;

With child­like long­ing we look up

The glo­ry to dis­co­ver.

O

bliss! to share Thy tri­umph there

When home with joy and sing­ing

The Lord His saints is bring­ing!