How Long?

How long, O Lord our Saviour,
Wilt thou remain away?
Our hearts are growing weary,
Of thy so long delay.
O when shall come the moment,
When, brighter far than morn,
The sunshine of thy glory,
Shall on thy people dawn.


How long, O gracious Master,
Wilt thou thy household leave?
So long hast thou now tarried,
Few thy return believe,
Immersed in sloth and folly,
Thy servants, Lord, we see;
And few of us stand ready,
With joy to welcome thee.


O, wake thy slumb’ring people;
Send forth the solemn cry;
Let all the saints repeat it,
“The Saviour draweth nigh!”
May all our lambs be burning,
Our loins well girded be,
Each longing heart preparing,
With joy thy face to see