1 O Son of God, we wait for Thee,
We long for Thine appearing;
We know Thou sittest on the throne,
And we Thy Name are bearing.
Who trusts in Thee,
May joyful be,
And see Thee, Lord, descending
To bring us bliss unending.
2 We wait for Thee, ’mid toil and pain,
In weariness and sighing;
But glad that Thou our guilt hast borne,
And canceled it by dying.
May we with Thee
Take up our cross and bear it,
Till we relief inherit.
3 We wait for Thee; here Thou hast won
Our hearts to hope and duty;
But while our spirits feel Thee near,
Our eyes would see Thy beauty;
We fain would be
At rest with Thee
In peace and joy supernal,
In glorious life eternal.
4 We wait for Thee; sure Thou wilt come,
The time is swiftly nearing;
In this we also now rejoice,
And long for Thine appearing.
Oh, bliss ’twill be
When Thee we see,
Homeward Thy people bringing,
With transport and with singing!
|First Line:||O Son of God, we wait for Thee, We long for Thine appearing|
|Title:||O Son of God, We Wait for Thee|
|German Title:||Wir warten dein, o Gottes Sohn|
|Author:||Philip Frederick Hiller|
|Translator:||Joseph Augustus Seiss|