8.8.6.8.8.6. sung to Hull 1 TO wait for that appointed day, When Christ His glories will display, Be this our one great care: To do His will, our business here; No toil to shun, no danger fear, Resolved the cross to bear. 2 And though He should prolong His stay, And sinners mock at the delay, His people need not fear; The Man who wore the crown of thorns, Whose claim the world rejects and scorns, In glory will appear. 3 In patience then we now may rest, Assured the Father's time is best, And all His word obey; We wait till that blest day shall come; The Lord will first convey us home, And then His power display. | Alternative tunes (8.8.6.8.8.6.)
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