Looking for His Appearing.
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In the lonely midnight watches,
Hear us, Father, while we pray;
We are watching, we are waiting,
For the coming of thy day;
Day for all our woes atoning,
Of our mortal life the end,
Day of glorious appearing
With our ever-blessed Friend. Lo, he cometh! Lo, he cometh!
Our redemption draweth nigh,
Soon our eyes shall see the glory
Of his banner in the sky;
Unto earth our King descending,
By his saints shall be adored,
While the wicked flee, astonished,
From the presence of the Lord. O ye mortals, vain and sinful!
Must we call on you in vain?
When the heavenly Bridegroom cometh,
Shall your lamps unlit remain?
Will ye linger 'mid your pleasures,
Heeding not the warning cry,
Seeking still for worldly treasures
While the world's last hours go by? Come, Lord Jesus! O come quickly!
End our sighing and complaints;
Come to judge the nations truly,
And to reign o'er all thy saints!
We are weary of our waiting,
And the world is sick with sin;
Open now the gates of glory,
Let thy faithful people in.