Lord, we see the day ap­proach­ing,
When Thou wilt again ap­pear;
Sinners still Thy gar­ments touch­ing,
Stay Thee in Thy com­ing here.

Hid in Hea­ven all our trea­sure,
Patience now becomes Thy saints;
Lord, we wait Thy gra­cious plea­sure,
Faith should si­lence all com­plaints.

Through the wil­der­ness we wan­der,
Troubled oft, but not dis­tressed;
Seek we glo­ry? It is yon­der,
Suffering pledg­es fu­ture rest.

Coming judg­ments round us dark­en,
Human hearts may fail or fear;
But to Thee alone we heark­en,
Your re­demp­tion draw­eth near.

Make each wait­ing child obe­di­ent,
Stay our anx­ious hearts on this:
If Thy go­ing were ex­pe­di­ent,
Surely Thy re­turn is bliss.

Our own Lord is com­ing hi­ther,
Light in dark­ness, joy in grief;
Hope de­ferred would quick­ly wi­ther
Hearts that had not this re­lief.

All we need is deep af­fect­ion,
Singleness of eye and heart;
Strength to own Thee in re­ject­ion:
Grace suf­fi­cient, Lord, im­part!