Lord, we see the day approaching,
When Thou wilt again appear;
Sinners still Thy garments touching,
Stay Thee in Thy coming here.

Hid in Heaven all our treasure,
Patience now becomes Thy saints;
Lord, we wait Thy gracious pleasure,
Faith should silence all complaints.

Through the wilderness we wander,
Troubled oft, but not distressed;
Seek we glory? It is yonder,
Suffering pledges future rest.

Coming judgments round us darken,
Human hearts may fail or fear;
But to Thee alone we hearken,
Your redemption draweth near.

Make each waiting child obedient,
Stay our anxious hearts on this:
If Thy going were expedient,
Surely Thy return is bliss.

Our own Lord is coming hither,
Light in darkness, joy in grief;
Hope deferred would quickly wither
Hearts that had not this relief.

All we need is deep affection,
Singleness of eye and heart;
Strength to own Thee in rejection:
Grace sufficient, Lord, impart!