6.6.11.6.6.11. sung to Waiting 1 I'M waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord; I'm waiting for Thee, for Thy coming again. Thou'rt gone over there, Lord, A place to prepare, Lord; Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again. 2 'Mid danger and fear, Lord, I'm oft weary here, Lord; The day must be near of Thy coming again. 'Tis all sunshine there, Lord, No sighing nor care, Lord, But glory so fair, at Thy coming again. 3 Whilst Thou art away, Lord, I stumble and stray, Lord; Oh! hasten the day of Thy coming again. This is not my rest, Lord, A pilgrim confessed, Lord, I wait to be blest, at Thy coming again. 4 E'en now let my ways, Lord, Be bright with Thy praise, Lord; For brief are the days ere Thy coming again. I'm waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord; No triumph for me, like Thy coming again. |