Since the day when Ol­ive’s sum­mit
Lost the pres­sure of His feet,
Faith, in watch­ful­ness, has wait­ed,
Him thro’ clouds re-cleft to greet.

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Then the sha­dows will have van­ished,
Which across my life are cast;
Every doubt for­ev­er ban­ished,
When I see His face at last.

For His com­ing I am liv­ing,
For His voice my ear I train;
Every gold-lined cloud fore­tells me
Of the splen­dor of His reign.

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In the thrall of man’s trans­gress­ion,
Till His scep­ter rules the earth,
Painfully cre­ation tra­vails,
Waiting for its pledged re-birth.

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I am wait­ing for the morn­ing
When His beams shall gild and bless;
When the night of faith is end­ed
By the Sun of right­eous­ness.

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