1 O Jesus, precious Saviour,
O when wilt Thou return?
Our hearts, with woe familiar,
To Thee, our Master, turn.

2 Our woe is Thine, Lord Jesus,
Our joy is in Thy love,
But woe and joy all lead us
To Thee in heaven above.

3 To Thee we look, Lord Jesus,
To Thee whose love we know,
We wait the pow'r that frees us
From bondage, sin, and woe.

4 We look for Thine appearing,
Thy presence here to bless,
We greet the day that's nearing,
When all this woe shall cease.

5 But oh, for us, blest Saviour,
How brighter far the lot,
To be with Thee forever,
Where evil enters not!

6 To see Thee who'st so loved us,
Then face to face above,
Whose grace at first had moved us
To taste and know Thy love.

7 With Thee, O Lord, forever,
Our souls shall be content,
Nor act nor thought shall ever
Full joy with Thee prevent.

8 O come, then, soon, Lord Jesus;
In patience still we wait,--
Await the pow'r that frees us--
Our longed-for heavenly seat.