Jesus! Thy church, with longing eyes, For Thine expected coming waits; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion's gates? Ev'n now, when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds clouds o'ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption's nigh. Oh, come and reign o'er every land; Let Satan from his throne be hurled; All nations bow to Thy command, And grace revive a dying world. Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, To wait for the appointed hour; And fit us, by Thy grace, to share The triumphs of Thy conquering power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDEA: 14. TO TIME by MICHAEL DRAYTON STANZAS; HOOD'S LAST POEM by THOMAS HOOD THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS THE MODEST WISH by JOHN BARCLAY (1582-1621) SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE THE SECRET OF THE BEES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON IN WILTSHIRE; SUGGESTED BY POINTS OF SIMILARITY WITH THE SOMME COUNTRY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |