COME, Lord, and tarry not;
   Bring the long-looked-for day;
O why these years of waiting here,
    These ages of delay?
2      Come, for creation groans,
    Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
    These ages of delay.
3      Come, and in mercy send
    A last revival now,
Reap the great harvest of the earth;
    Sower and Reaper Thou!
4      Come, in Thy glorious might,
    Come with the iron rod,
Scattering Thy foes before Thy face,
    Most mighty Son of God.
5      Come, and make all things new,
    Build up this ruined earth,
Restore our faded paradise,
    Creation’s second birth.
6      Come, and begin Thy reign
    Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,
    Great King of righteousness.
Horatius Bonar, 1808-89