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We Wait For Thee
I long, and wait expectedly, Oh, Bridegroom! Your Bride longs for Thee! To hear that longed for trumpet blast "The Bridegroom comes!" The shout at last! I've waited long, beneath the stars Of dreams eternal, a Love that's ours My oil low, I've trimmed the wick We hope, we pray, You're coming quick! I watched the inky Eastern skies The fifteenth Day, diamond arise Venus swept low, as morning Star I prayed my Groom, "Us! Where You are!" My Groom bent in, my heart to kiss Glorious thoughts, but still amiss Oh, all the prophesies of You Oh Lord my King, They Will Come True And how we wait, breathless with pain Oh, Come Thou Bridegroom Back Again! Soul weary Lord, of toil and war The weapons fire and horrors sore The blood of babes cry out to You Messiah, Come, Oh King so True The furnace smokes, it's Fires Smolder The flaming stokes, The heat grows bolder Again I watch the Eastward skies You'll come with fire in Your eyes A ringing sword, a trumpet blast Oh King! Messiah! Your rule at Last! Gone the hate in eyes that smolder A rule of peace, upon Your shoulders I long, and wait expectedly, Oh, Bridegroom, Your Bride longs for Thee To hear that longed for trumpet blast "The Bridegroom comes!" The call at last! I've waited long, beneath the stars Of dreams eternal, a Love that's ours My oil low, I've trimmed the wick We hope, we pray You're coming quick! Till then, be our Light Shine Inside Through this dark night Behold Your Bride
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