I’m wait­ing for Thee, Lord,
Thy beau­ty to see, Lord;
I’m wait­ing for Thee—
For Thy com­ing again.
Thou’rt gone ov­er there, Lord,
A place to pre­pare, Lord,
Thy home I shall share
At Thy com­ing again.

’Mid dan­ger and fear, Lord,
I’m oft wea­ry here, Lord,
The day must be near of
Thy com­ing again.
’Tis all sun­shine there, Lord,
No sigh­ing nor care, Lord,
But glo­ry so fair
At Thy com­ing again.

Whilst Thou art away, Lord,
I stum­ble and stray, Lord;
Oh! hast­en the day of Thy com­ing again.
This is not my rest, Lord,
A pil­grim con­fessed, Lord,
I wait to be blest,
At Thy com­ing again.

Our loved ones be­fore, Lord,
Their trou­bles are o’er, Lord,
I’ll meet them once more
At Thy com­ing again;
Thy blood was the sign, Lord,
That marked them as Thine, Lord,
And bright­ly they’ll shine
At Thy com­ing again.

E’en now let my ways, Lord,
Be bright with Thy praise, Lord;
For brief are the days ere
Thy com­ing again.
I’m waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beau­ty to see, Lord,
No tri­umph for me
Like Thy com­ing again.