1 TO wait for that appointed day,
When Christ His glories will display,
Be this our one great care:
To do His will, our business here;
No toil to shun, no danger fear,
Resolved the cross to bear.
2 And though He should prolong His stay,
And sinners mock at the delay,
His people need not fear;
The Man who wore the crown of thorns,
Whose claim the world rejects and scorns,
In glory will appear.
3 In patience then we now may rest,
Assured the Father's time is best,
And all His word obey;
We wait till that blest day shall come;
The Lord will first convey us home,
And then His power display.
