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.

[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?

[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.

[4]
Come Lord and wipe away
The curse the sin the stain
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.