Verse 1
Thrice happy all who wait for thee!
Thee, Lord, we in thy church shall see,
Thy spotless church below,
We at Jerusalem shall dwell,
Where thou dost all thy truths reveal,
And all thy glories shew.

Verse 2
Hasten, O God, the joyful day,
Appear to wipe our tears away,
The blessing we implore
The fulness of thy graces give
In perfect love, and bid us grieve
And bid us sin no more.

Verse 3
If now thou dost thy people feed
With sad affliction’s bitter bread,
Yet with thy peace restor’d
Restore us teachers taught by thee,
And suffer us no more to see
A famine of the word.

Verse 4
Confirm their word, and prove it thine,
That hearing them, the voice divine
We may in theirs obey,
Freed by the truth, and free indeed,
By that unerring unction led
Into the perfect way.