1 'Twas a doleful night on Calvary's hight,
When the Lamb of God was slain;
But hope's cheering ray shone bright o'er the day
When he rose from the tomb again.
O Jesus, my Saviour! dear Saviour, come!
Our hearts weary grow of thy long delay;
O hasten to gather us home.
2 I go, he said, to prepare a place,
Blest mansions in glory's domain;
And the promise sure, sweetly fell from his lips,
"For you I'll return again."
3 How long, O Lord, shall we watch and weep
For the rightful heir to reign?
And the myriad saints in silence sleep,
Who wait thy return regain?
4 See the signs fulfilled of his advent near!
Soon he comes in his kingdom to reign!
Not long will the wheels of his chariot stay,
That brings his return again.
5 The soul once bowed 'neath its burden of woe
Shall rejoice o'er the flowery plain,
And a dazzling crown deck the careworn brow,
When the King in his beauty shall reign!