1. Son of God, thy people's shield,
Must we still thine absence mourn?
Must we to death's triumph yield?
Thou hast said thou wilt return.
2 Gracious Master, soon appear,
Quickly bring the morning light;
Dissipate the constant fear,
Turn our hope to joyful sight.
3 Come, that we may see thee nigh!
Come to feed thy sheep in peace;
Hush for ever trouble's sigh,
Give us the desired release.