1 Even so, Lord Jesus, come;
Hope of all our hopes the sum,
Take Thy waiting people home.

2 Long, so long, our blessèd dead
Wait, from out the grave’s dark bed
At Thine advent to be led.

3 Long, so long, the groaning earth,
Cursed with war, and flood, and dearth
Sighs for its redemption birth.

4 Wherefore come, we daily pray,
Wipe creation’s curse away;
Bring the resurrection day.