1 Savior, come, Thy friends are waiting,
Waiting for the final day:
Thence the promised glory dating;
Come and bear Thy saints away.
Come, Lord Jesus,
Thus Thy waiting people pray.

2 Base the wish, and vain th’endeavor,
While on earth to find our rest:
’Till we see Thy face, we never
Shall or can be fully blest;
In Thy presence
Nothing shall our peace molest.

3 Lord, we wait for Thine appearing:
Tarry not, Thy people say;
Bright the prospect is, and cheering,
Of beholding Thee that day;
When our sorrows
Shall for ever pass away.

4 ’Till it comes, O keep us steady,
Keep us walking in Thy ways;
At Thy call may we be ready,
And our heads with triumph raise:
Then with angels
Sing Thine everlasting praise.