We’re wait­ing still, dear Lord, for Thee,
Thy pro­mise to ful­fill,
When Thou shalt come in ma­jes­ty
To reign on Zi­on’s hill;
We’re wait­ing still, dear Lord, for Thee,
To ga­ther Ab­ram’s seed,
When from all pain and cru­el­ty,
Thy fol­low­ers shall be freed.

We’re wait­ing still, dear Lord, for Thee,
To rend the vault­ed skies,
To give us im­mor­tal­ity,
And bid us to Thee rise;
We’re wait­ing still, dear Lord, for Thee,
To wake the sleep­ing dead,
When Thy dear saints no more shall be
Through death’s dark por­tals led.

Help us to wait, dear Lord, for Thee,
With pa­tience and with hope,
And may Thy Spir­it ev­er be
Our com­fort and sup­port;
Lord, grant us pow­er to watch and pray,
The wait­ing Spir­it give,
That we may meet in end­less day,
And end­less joys re­ceive.

We’ve wait­ed long, we’re wait­ing still,
Yet we expect to wait
Till Thou Thy pro­mise shalt ful­fill,
And earth anew cre­ate;
Then we ex­pect to reign with Thee,
When earth shall own Thy sway,
When we, from all our sor­rows free,
Shall dwell in end­less day.