Son of God, thy people's shield
1
Son of God, thy people's shield,Must we still thine absence mourn?Let thy promise be fulfilled;Thou hast said, "I will return."Gracious Master, soon appearQuickly bring thy morning's light;Then will cease the constant tear,Hope be turned to joyful sight.
2
As a woman counts the daysTill her absent lord she sees,Longs and watches, weeps and prays,So the church must long for thee.Come, that we may see thee nigh;Then the sheep shall feed in peace;Hushed forever trouble's sigh,Sin and sorrow's triumph cease.