I wait for Thee, O Lord!
Thy glo­ri­ous face to see,
That ho­ly face that once was marred
Was marred, O Lord, for me.

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
Before Thy feet to fall,
To wor­ship low­ly and ad­ore
My Sav­ior, all in all.

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
Thy lov­ing hand to feel,
Whose ten­der touch can ev­en now
The wound­ed spir­it heal.

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
Thy rap­ture deep to know,
Of liv­ing ev­er­more with Thee,
Love can not more be­stow.

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
But for a lit­tle while;
This night my long­ing eyes may meet
Thy joy­ful, wel­come smile.