And see Thee, Lord, descending
To bring us bliss unending.
We wait for Thee, ’mid toil and pain,
In weariness and sighing;
But glad that Thou our guilt hast borne,
And cancelled it by dying.
Hence, cheerfully may we with Thee
Take up our cross and bear it,
Till we the crown inherit.
We wait for Thee; here Thou hast won