I will come again


LORD Jesus, we are yearning
Thine own blest face to see;
And in Thy glorious presence
For evermore to be.
To rest with Thee, dear Saviour,
Throughout long years to come;
And leave Thee, never, never,
O’er earth again to roam.

Ah! lone has been the waiting,
And sad has been our lot;
Weary the midnight vigil,
But still Thou comest not.
Why is it, Lord, Thou tarriest?
Wherefore this long delay?
Oh, hasten Thy returning,
To bear us hence away!

Far from this vale of shadows,
The gloom of earth’s dark night,
Into the radiant glory
Of heaven’s home so bright,
Where we shall dwell forever
In perfect, perfect rest,
And know no separation
From Him who loves us best.

Then face to face with Jesus,
Knowing as we are known;
Amongst the jewels numbered
Which He has called His own—
We’ll learn in all its fulness
His vast eternal love;
And share His endless glory,
Made one with Him above.

W. A. G.

Horatius Bonar and Charlotte Murray, Songs of the Dawn, (London; New York: James E. Hawkins; E. P. Dutton & Co., 1887), 8.

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