1 Return, O GOD of love return;
Earth is a tiresome place:
How long shall we thy children mourn
Our absence from thy face;

2 Let heav'n succeed our painful years,
Let sin and sorrow cease,
And in proportion to our tears
So make our joys increase.

3 Thy wonders to thy servants show;
Make thy own work compleat;
Then shall our souls thy glory know,
And own thy love is great.

4 Then shall we shine before thy throne
In all thy beauty, Lord;
And the poor service we have done
Meet a divine reward.