1 Come Lord, and tarry not;
Bring the long-looked-for day;
O why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay?
2 Come, for Thy saints still wait;
Daily ascends their sigh:
The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come":
Dost Thou not hear the cry?
3 Come, for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.
4 Come, and make all things new;
Build up this ruined earth;
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation's second birth.
5 Come, and bring Thy reign
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of Righteousness.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895