Saviour, my spirit longs

Saviour, my spirit longsTo see the glorious dayWhen saints with joyful songsAnd lifted eyes shall say,"Lo, this is he, our glorious Lord,He comes according to his word."

He comes to set us freeFrom every galling chain,In glorious liberty,In endless life to reign.Lo, this is he, our glorious Lord,He comes according to his word.

To David's glorious Son,The glad hosanna raise,His blissful reign begun,Shall last through endless days.Lo, this is he, our glorious Lord,He comes according to his word.

From sin, and death, and hell,We evermore are free,With Christ henceforth to dwell,And all his glory see.Lo, this is he, our glorious Lord,He comes according to his word.

The Saviour, promised long,Appears, on earth to reign;Awake the swelling song,Loud peal the lofty strain,Lo, this is he, our glorious Lord,He comes according to his word.