Return, O God of love, re­turn;
Earth is a tire­some place:
How long shall we Thy child­ren mourn
Our ab­sence from Thy face?

Let Heav’n suc­ceed our pain­ful years,
Let sin and sor­row cease,
And in pro­por­tion to our tears
So make our joys in­crease.

Thy won­ders to Thy ser­vants show,
Make Thy own work com­plete;
Then shall our souls Thy glo­ry know,
And own Thy love was great.

Then shall we shine be­fore Thy throne
In all Thy beau­ty, Lord;
And the poor ser­vice we have done
Meet a di­vine re­ward.