Savior, come, Thy saints are waiting, Waiting for the advent day,
Thence their promised glory dating; Come, and bear Thy saints away.
Come, Lord Jesus, come, Lord Jesus,
Thus Thy waiting people pray.
Lord, we wait for Thine appearing; "Even so," Thy people say;
Bright the prospect is, and cheering, Of beholding Thee that day;
When our sorrow, when our sorrow
Shall forever pass away.
Till it comes, O keep us steady! Keep us walking in Thy ways;
At Thy call may we be ready, On Thee, Lord, with joy to gaze;
And in heaven, and in heaven
Sing Thine everlasting praise.