“I will Return.”
Son of God, thy people’s shield,
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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 appear,Quickly bring thy morning’s light,Then will cease the constant tear,Hope be turned to joyful sight.
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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.