The Church Has Waited Long

The Church has waited long
Her absent Lord to see
And still in loneliness she waits
A friendless stranger she

Age after age has gone
Sun after sun has set
And still, in weeds of widowhood
She weeps, a mourner yet

Saint after saint on earth
Has lived, and loved, and died
And as they left us one by one
We laid them side by side

We laid them down to sleep
But not in hope forlorn
We laid them but to ripen there
Until that glorious morn

The serpent's brood increase
The powers of hell grow bold
The conflict thickens, faith is low
And love is waxing cold

How long, O Lord our God
Holy and true and good
Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering church
Her sighs and tears and blood
We long to hear Thy voice
To see Thee face to face
To share Thy crown and glory then
As now we share Thy grace

Should not the loving bride
The absent Bridegroom mourn
Should she not wear the weeds of grief
Until her Lord return

Come, Lord, and wipe away
The curse, the sin, the stain
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Mcneill
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