There is an aching in our weary souls
A longing deeper than the world can fill
The earth itself is groaning as it rolls
Through season after season. Oh, when will
The ache of such desires be satisfied?
Just wait. For in the twinkling of an eye
True life will swallow death’s oppressive tide.
Our Lord, once came a baby born to die
Was raised to life, a promise to His own
That He will come triumphant over all
And take His place on Heaven’s glorious throne!
And Christ will show Himself our all in all!
Where once the tears of pain adorned our cheek
A ruddy blush of joy will find its place
Our Lord will grant the new earth to the meek
And fill our longings with abundant grace
Where once the robes of mourning hid our shame
Instead, we’ll don white robes in festal cheer
The church, His bride will finally take His name
And feast before our God, who brings us near.
Soon Christ will come with healing in His wing
So wait, dear saints, wait for your coming King!