1-Corinthians_14-33: For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints.

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,
Till the last glorious morn.
Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

The serpent’s brood increase,
The powers of hell grow bold,
The conflict thickens, faith is low,
And love is waxing cold.
How long, O Lord our God,
Holy, and…