The church has waited long
Her
absent Lord to see;
And
still in loneliness she waits,
A
friendless stranger she.
2
How
long, O Lord our God,
Holy
and true and good,
Wilt
Thou not judge Thy suffering church,
Her
sighs and tears and blood?
3
We
long to hear Thy voice,
To
see Thee face to face,
To
share Thy crown and glory then,
As
now we share Thy grace.
5
Come,
Lord, and wipe away
The
curse, the sin, the stain,
And
make this blighted world of ours
Thine
own fair world again.