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Lord Jesus, precious Saviour,
Oh, when wilt Thou return?
Our hearts with woe familiar
To Thee our Master turn.
Our woe is Thine, Lord Jesus,
Our joy is in Thy love;
But woe and joy all lead us
To Thee in heaven above.
To Thee we look, Lord Jesus
To Thee whose love we know;
We wait the power that frees us
From bondage, sin, and woe.
We look for Thine appearing,
Thy presence here to bless;
We greet the day that's nearing,
When all this woe shall cease.
But oh, for us, blest Saviour,
How brighter far the lot
To be with Thee for ever,
Where evil enters not!—
To see Thee who so loved us
Then face to face above,
Whose grace at first had moved us
To taste and know Thy love.
With Thee, O Lord, for ever
Our souls shall be content:
Nor act nor thought shall ever
Full joy with Thee prevent.
Oh, come then soon, Lord Jesus,
In patience still we wait
(Await the power that frees us)
Our longed-for heavenly seat.
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7 6 7 6
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ST. HILDA
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7 6 7 6 D
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