Don’t Tarry Lord

Come, Lord, and tarry not;
Bring the long-looked-for day;
O why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay'

Come, for Thy saints still wait;
Daily ascends their sigh;
The Spirit and the Bride say, ‘Come’:
Dost Thou not hear the cry'

Come, for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.

Come, and make all things new;
Build up this ruined earth;
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation’s second birth.

Come, and begin Thy reign
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take Thy Kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of Righteousness.

- Horatius Bonar

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