Church has waited long. Come then, Lord Jesus, come. Hymn.

John_14-3: And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also

The Church has waited long
Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits,
A friendless stranger she.
Age after age has gone,
Sun after sun has set,
And still, of her dear Lord bereft,
She weeps, a mourner yet,
Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

Saint after saint on earth
Has lived, and loved, and died:
And as they left us one by one,
We laid them side by side,
We laid them down to sleep
But not in hope forlorn
We laid them but to slumber there
Ti!l the last glorious morn
Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

The serpent’s brood increase,