161 Truro. L.M.
(907) The Church Longing for Christ.
Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes
For thine expected coming waits;
When will the promised light arise,
And glory beam from Zion's gates?
2 E'en now when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,
And deem that our redemption's nigh.