The groaning creation doth wait

1 The groan­ing cre­ation doth wait,
Together they tra­vail in pain;
The watch­men who stand in the gate
Are long­ing the morn­ing to gain.
O! when will "the Bride­groom" ap­pear,
His long-wait­ing "Bride" to re­ceive?
We know that His com­ing is near;
He will not His peo­ple de­ceive.

2 He waits for His bride to ap­pear
In right­eous­ness ful­ly ar­rayed;
While lack­ing, He can­not draw near—
"Make rea­dy," and be not afraid.
The scoff­ers who mock at His word
Must al­so stand "ful­ly re­vealed,"
Ere they can "re­ceive their re­ward,"
Or judg­ment be fin­al­ly sealed.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16900

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