The Church has waited long
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The Church has waited longHer 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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Saint after saint on earth,Has lived and loved and died;And as they left us, one by one,We laid them side by side.
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We laid them down to sleep,But not in hope forlorn;We left them but to slumber there,Till the last glorious morn.
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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 awayThe curse, the sin, the stain,And make this blighted world of oursThine own fair world again.