9 Jesus, Your Church with Longing Eyes

1 Jesus, your Church with longing eyes For your 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, Your words with pleasure we recall And know that our redemption's nigh. 3 Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew, Our sins forgive, our foes suppress, Our rooted enmity subdue, And crown your gospel with success. 4 Oh, come and reign o'er ev'ry land; Let Satan from his throne be hurled. Let nations bow to your command; Let grace revive a dying world. 5 Teach us in watchfulness and prayer To wait for your appointed hour, And fit us by your grace to share The triumphs of your conqu'ring pow'r.