hymns-for-the-poor-of-the-flock-v4

134. ‘Saviour, haste! our souls are waiting’

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1. Saviour, haste! our souls are waiting
For the long expected day,
When, new heav’ns and earth creating, 
Thou shalt banish grief away,
All the sorrow,
Caus’d by sin and Satan’s sway.

2. H aste! O hasten Thine appearing!
Take Thy mourning people home: 
’Tis this hope our spirits cheering, ■ 
While we in the desert roam,
Makes Thy people
Strangers here, till Thou dost come.

3. Lord, how long shall the creation
Groan and travail sore in pain; 
Waiting for its sure salvation,
When Thou shalt in glory reign,
And like Eden,
This sad earth shall bloom again?

4. Gather, too, Thy chosen nation,
Israel’s long afflicted race;
Let them find Thy free salvation,
Own and trust Thy wondrous grace; 
And adoring,
Look on Thy once marred face.

5. Reign, O reign, Almighty Saviour! 
Heav’n and earth in one unite; 
Make it known, that in Thy favour, 
There alone is life and light: 
When we see Thee,
We shall have unmix’d delight.