217 The Church Has Waited Long
[1]
The church has waited long
Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits
A friendless stranger she.
The church has waited long
Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits
A friendless stranger she.
[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?
How long O Lord our God
Holy and true and good
Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering church
Her sighs and tears and blood?
[3]
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.
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.
[4]
Come Lord and wipe away
The curse the sin the stain
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.
Come Lord and wipe away
The curse the sin the stain
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.