1 Clouds of glory lingering,
Haste! our blessed Jesus bring;
Gleam no longer from afar,
Like a dim, uncertain star.

2 Speed thy coming, blessed One!
We are fainting, sad, and lone;
Why doth yet the star of day
Its bright rising thus delay?

3 Meek and humble trusting ones,
Zion's suffering, trodden sons,
Day and night prevail in prayer,
Till the kingdom ye shall share.