Even so, Lord Jesus, come;
Hope of all our hopes the sum,
Take Thy waiting people home.
Long, so long, our blessèd dead
Wait, from out the grave’s dark bed
At Thine advent to be led.
Long, so long, the groaning earth,
Cursed with war, and flood, and dearth
Sighs for its redemption birth.
Wherefore come, we daily pray,
Wipe creation’s curse away;
Bring the resurrection day.