217 ~ The Church Has Waited Long
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The church has waited long Her absent Lord to see; And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she.
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How long, O Lord our God, Holy and true and good, Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering church, Her sighs and tears and blood?
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We long to hear Thy voice, To see Thee face to face, To share Thy crown and glory then, As now we share Thy grace.
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Come, Lord, and wipe away The curse, the sin, the stain, And make this blighted world of ours Thine own fair world again.