COME, Lord, and tarry not; Bring the long-looked-for day; O why these years of waiting here, These ages of delay?
Come, for creation groans, Impatient of Thy stay, Worn out with these long years of ill, These ages of delay.
Come, and in mercy send A last revival now, Reap the great harvest of the earth; Sower and Reaper Thou!
Come, in Thy glorious might, Come with the iron rod, Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, Most mighty Son of God.
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 the kingdom to Thyself, Great King of righteousness.
Horatius Bonar, 1808-89