Savior, haste! our souls are wait­ing
For the long ex­pect­ed day,
When, new heav’ns and earth cre­at­ing,
Thou shalt ban­ish grief away,
All the sor­row,
Caused by sin and Sa­tan’s sway.

Haste! O hast­en Thine ap­pear­ing;
Take Thy wait­ing peo­ple home:
’Tis this hope our spir­its cheer­ing,
While we in the des­ert roam,
Makes Thy peo­ple
Strangers here, till Thou dost come.

Lord, how long shall the cre­ation
Groan and tra­vail sore in pain;
Waiting for its sure sal­va­tion,
When Thou shalt in glo­ry reign,
And like Ed­en,
This sad earth shall bloom again?

Gather, too, Thy chos­en na­tion,
Israel’s long af­flict­ed race;
Let them find Thy free sal­va­tion,
Own and trust Thy won­drous grace;
And ad­or­ing,
Look on Thy once mar­rèd face.

Reign, O reign! al­migh­ty Sav­ior!
Heav’n and earth in one unite;
Make it known, that in Thy fa­vor
There alone is life and light.
When we see Thee,
We shall have un­mixed de­light.