We Are Waiting, Blessed Saviour,
We Are Watching For The Hour
When In Majesty Descending,
Thou Shalt Come In Mighty Power;
Then The Shadows Will Be Lifted,
And The Darkness Rolled Away,
And Our Eyes Behold The Splendour
Of The Glorious Crowning-Day.

We Are Waiting, Blessed Saviour,
We Are Watching Not In Vain
For The Cloud That Bore Thee Upward,
And Will Bring Thee Back Again;
Then, Among Thy Ransomed People,
We Shall Tread The Shining Way,
And Our Eyes Behold The Splendour
Of The Glorious Crowning-Day.

We Are Waiting, Blessed Saviour,
For A Union, Heart To Heart.
With Our Dear Ones O’er The River,
Where We Nevermore Shall Part;
Then Our Sorrows, In A Moment,
Like A Dream Will Pass Away
When Our Eyes Behold The Splendour
Of The Glorious Crowning-Day.