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O, come quickly.
Saviour, haste: our souls are waiting
For the long expected day,
When, new heavens and earth creating,
Thou shalt banish grief away;
All the sorrow
Caused by sin and Satan’s sway.
2 Haste, O hasten thine appearing,
Take thy mourning people home;
’Tis this hope our spirits cheering,
While we in the desert roam,
Makes thy people
Strangers here till thou dost come.
3 Lord, how long shall the creation
Groan and travail sore in pain,
Waiting for its sure salvation
When thou shalt in glory reign,
And like Eden
This sad earth shall bloom again?
4 Reign, O reign, almighty Saviour,
Heaven and earth in one unite;
Make it known, that in thy favor,
There alone is life and light;
When we see thee
We shall have supreme delight.