How long, O Lord, our Sav­ior,
Wilt Thou re­main away?
Our hearts are grow­ing wea­ry
At Thy so long de­lay.
Oh, when shall come the mo­ment,
When, bright­er than the morn,
The sun­shine of Thy glo­ry
Shall on Thy people dawn?
The sun­shine of Thy glo­ry
Shall on Thy peo­ple dawn?

How long, O heav’n­ly Bride­groom,
How long wilt Thou de­lay?
And yet how few are griev­ing,
That Thou dost ab­sent stay.
Thy ve­ry bride her por­tion
And call­ing hath for­got,
And seeks for ease and glo­ry
Where Thou, her lord, art not;
And seeks for ease and glo­ry
Where Thou, her lord, art not.

Oh, wake Thy slum­ber­ing vir­gins;
Send forth the so­lemn cry,
Let all Thy saints re­peat it—
The Bride­groom draw­eth nigh!
May all our lamps be burn­ing,
Our loins well gird­ed be,
Each longing heart pre­par­ing
With joy Thy face to see;
Each long­ing heart pre­par­ing
With joy Thy face to see.