Sunday, 26 June 2011


Lord Jesus, come,  Thy saints are waiting for Thee,
Their love ensuring  a deep and growing longing:
Thou art the One  whose precious blood has bought us;
Thou art the One  through whom we have adoption;
Thou art the One  by whom our hearts are conquered.
Thy loveliness  retains us in our orbit
About Thyself  the Bright Star of the Morning
Whom now we see  as eminently lordly,
And justifying  each title we might posit.
We long to see  Thy face since Thou hast drawn us;
We long to hear  Thy voice of rapture calling;
We long to praise  where Thou hast been exalted.

1 comment:

  1. From Amrita

    This is the cry of every believer


I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!