Verse 1
Jesus, we wait to see
That spotless church of thine,
The heaven-appointed ministry,
The hierarchy divine:
Command her now to rise
With perfect beauty pure,
Long as the new-made earth and skies
To flourish and endure;

Verse 2
A church which may remain
With all thy works restor’d,
Commensurate with time, obtain
The nature of her Lord;
A church to comprehend
The whole of human race,
And live in joys that never end
Before thy glorious face.