We are wait­ing, bless­èd Sav­ior,
We are watch­ing for the hour
When in ma­jes­ty des­cend­ing,
Thou shalt come in migh­ty pow­er;
Then the sha­dows will be lifted,
And the dark­ness rolled away,
And our eyes be­hold the splen­dor
Of the glo­ri­ous crown­ing day.

We are wait­ing, bless­èd Sav­ior,
We are watch­ing not in vain
For the cloud that bore Thee up­ward,
And will bring Thee back again.
Then, among Thy ran­somed pe­ople,
We shall tread the shin­ing way,
And our eyes be­hold the splen­dor
Of the glo­ri­ous crown­ing day.

We are wait­ing, bless­èd Sav­ior,
For a un­ion, heart to heart,
With our dear ones o’er the ri­ver,
Where we ne­ve­rmore shall part;
Then our sor­rows, in a mo­ment,
Like a dream will pass away,
When our eyes be­hold the splen­dor
Of the glo­ri­ous crown­ing day.