Come, Lord, and tar­ry not;
Bring the long looked for day;
O why these years of wait­ing here,
These ages of de­cay?

Come, for Thy saints still wait;
Daily as­cends their sigh;
The Spir­it and the Bride say, Come;
Does Thou not hear the cry?

Come, for cre­ation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ag­es of de­lay.

Come, for Thy Is­ra­el pines,
An ex­ile from Thy fold;
O call to mind Thy faith­ful word,
And bless them as of old.

Come, for Thy foes are strong;
With taunt­ing lip they say,
Where is the pro­mised Ad­vent now,
And where the dread­ed day?

Come, for the good are few;
They lift the voice in vain;
Faith wax­es faint­er on the earth,
And love is on the wane.

Come, for the truth is weak,
And er­ror pours abroad
Its sub­tle poi­son o’er the earth—
An earth that hates her God.

Come, for love wax­es cold,
Its steps are faint and slow;
Faith now is lost in un­be­lief,
Hope’s lamp burns dim and low.

Come, for the grave is full,
Earth’s tombs no more can hold,
The sat­ed se­pul­chers re­bel,
And groans the heav­ing mold.

Come, for the corn is ripe,
Put in thy sic­kle now,
Reap the great har­vest of the earth—
Sower and reaper Thou.

Come in Thy glo­ri­ous might,
Come with the iron rod,
Scattering Thy foes be­fore Thy face,
Most migh­ty Son of God!

Come, spoil the strong man’s house,
Bind him and cast him hence,
Show Thy­self strong­er than the strong,
Thyself Om­ni­po­tence.

Come, and make all things new,
Build up this ru­ined earth;
Restore our fa­ded pa­ra­dise,
Creation’s se­cond birth.

Come, and be­gin Thy reign
Of ev­er­last­ing peace;
Come, take the king­dom to Thy­self,
Great King of right­eous­ness.