7.6.7.6.D. sung to St. Hilda 1 LORD Jesus, precious Saviour, Oh, when wilt Thou return? Our hearts with woe familiar To Thee our Master turn. 2 Our woe is Thine, Lord Jesus, Our joy is in Thy love; But woe and joy all lead us To Thee in heaven above. 3 To Thee we look, Lord Jesus To Thee whose love we know; We wait the power that frees us From bondage, sin, and woe. 4 We look for Thine appearing, Thy presence here to bless; We greet the day that's nearing, When all this woe shall cease. 5 But oh, for us, blest Saviour, How brighter far the lot To be with Thee for ever, Where evil enters not! --- 6 To see Thee who so loved us Then face to face above, Whose grace at first had moved us To taste and know Thy love. 7 With Thee, O Lord, for ever Our souls shall be content: Nor act nor thought shall ever Full joy with Thee prevent. 8 Oh, come then soon, Lord Jesus, In patience still we wait (Await the power that frees us) Our longed-for heavenly seat. | Alternative tunes (7.6.7.6.D.) |