The whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain. Romans 8:22
Savior! hasten Thine appearing;
Take Thy waiting people home!
’Tis this hope, our spirits cheering,
While we in the desert roam,
Makes Thy people
Strangers here till Thou shalt come.
Lord! how long shall the creation
Groan and travail sore in pain;
Waiting for its sure salvation,
When Thou shalt in glory reign,
And like Eden,
This sad earth shall bloom again?
Reign, oh, reign! almighty Savior!
Heaven and earth in one unite;
Make it known that in Thy favor
There alone is life and light.
When we see Thee,
We shall have unmixed delight.