Jesus, Thy Church with longing eyes

1 Jesus, Thy Church with longing eyes
For Thine expected coming waits:
When will the promised light arise,
And glory beam from heaven's gates?

2 E'en now, when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,
And deem that our redemption's nigh.

3 Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew,
Our foes repel, our wrongs redress,
Man's rooted enmity subdue,
And crown Thy Gospel with success.

4 O come, and reign o'er every land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurled.
Let nations bow to Thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.