Verse 1
With longing eyes, and restless heart,
I wait his full return,
Who kindly promises t’ impart
Himself to all that mourn:
The word his blessed lips hath past,
The soul-renewing word,
And I shall surely find at last
Perfection in my Lord.
Verse 2
I now my Consolation see,
But thro’ a darkning veil:
Come, Jesus, come and comfort me,
Nor let thy promise fail;
Come Thou thyself, for all thy grace
Thy gifts cannot suffice,
And make the brightness of thy face
My constant paradise.