1 Jesus, your Church with longing eyes
For your expected coming waits.
When will the promised light arise
And glory beam from heaven's gates?
2 E'en now, when tempests round us fall
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Your words with pleasure we recall
And know that our redemption's nigh.
3 Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew,
Our sins forgive, our foes suppress,
Our rooted enmity subdue,
And crown your gospel with success.
4 Oh, come and reign o'er ev'ry land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurled.
Let nations bow to your command;
Let grace revive a dying world.
5 Teach us in watchfulness and prayer
To wait for your appointed hour,
And fit us by your grace to share
The triumphs of your conqu'ring pow'r.
Source: Christian Worship: a Lutheran hymnal #9