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(907) The Church Longing for Christ.
Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes
For thine expected coming waits;
When will the promised light arise,
And glory beam from Zion’s gates?
2 E’en now when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o’ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,
And deem that our redemption’s nigh.
3 Oh! come and reign o’er ev’ry land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurled,
All nations bow to thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.
4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer,
To wait for the appointed hour;
And fit us by thy grace to share,
The triumphs of thy conquering power.
William H. Bathurst, 1831.