1 Savior, come, Thy friends are waiting,
Waiting for the final day:
Thence the promised glory dating;
Come and bear Thy saints away.
Come, Lord Jesus,
Thus Thy waiting people pray.
2 Base the wish, and vain th’endeavor,
While on earth to find our rest:
’Till we see Thy face, we never
Shall or can be fully blest;
In Thy presence
Nothing shall our peace molest.
3 Lord, we wait for Thine appearing:
Tarry not, Thy people say;
Bright the prospect is, and cheering,
Of beholding Thee that day;
When our sorrows
Shall for ever pass away.
4 ’Till it comes, O keep us steady,
Keep us walking in Thy ways;
At Thy call may we be ready,
And our heads with triumph raise:
Then with angels
Sing Thine everlasting praise.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9610
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9610||Savior Come, Thy Friends Are Waiting||Savior, come, Thy friends are waiting||CLIFTON COLLEGE||Thomas Kelly||87.87.47||<cite>Hymns Not Before Published</cite> (Dublin: Thomas Johnston, 1815)|