COME, Lord, and tarry not;
Bring the long-looked-for day:
Oh, why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay!

Come, for Creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.

Come, for the good are few;
They lift the voice in vain;
Faith waxes fainter on the earth,
And love is on the wane.

Come in Thy glorious might,
Come with the iron rod,
Scattering Thy foes before Thy face,
Most Mighty Son of God!

Come, and make all things new;
Build up this ruined earth;
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation’s second birth.

Come, and begin Thy reign,
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the Kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of Righteousness!

H. Bonar.

Horatius Bonar and Charlotte Murray, Songs of the Dawn, (London; New York: James E. Hawkins; E. P. Dutton & Co., 1887), 3.