CH1941, Hymn #177

Verse 1
The church has waited long
Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits,
A friendless stranger she.

Verse 2
How long, O Lord our God,
Holy and true and good,
Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering church,
Her sighs and tears and blood?

Verse 3
Saint after saint on earth,
Has lived, and loved, and died;
And as they left us one by one,
We laid them side by side.

Verse 4
We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn;
We laid them but to slumber there,
Till the last glorious morn.

Verse 5
We long to hear Thy voice,
To see Thee face to face,
To share Thy crown and glory then,
As now we share Thy grace.

Verse 6
Come, Lord, and wipe away
The curse, the sin, the stain,
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.