1 Come, Lord, and tarry not
And bring the looked-for day;
Drive past these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay.
2 Come, for creation groans,
Impatient of thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.
3 Come, for the corn is ripe;
Put in thy sickle now,
Reap the great harvest of the earth,
Sower and Reaper thou.
4 Come in thy glorious might,
Come with the iron rod,
Scatt'ring thy foes before thy face,
Most mighty Son of God.
5 Come and begin thy reign
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the kingdom to thyself,
Great King of Righteousness.