LORD JESUS, COME

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.

Away for a few days to Buckie - which will probably include a needed break from computers!

If the Lord will - and He has not come to take us!