1
The Church has waited long,
Her absent Lord to see,
And still in loneliness she waits,
A friendless stranger she.
Age after age has gone,
Sun after sun has set,
And still in weeds of widowhood,
She weeps a mourner yet.
D
The Church has
G
wait
A7
ed
D-Bm
long,
D
Her
Em
absent
D
Lord
G
to
A
see,
And
D
still in
G
loneliness
A-G
she
D
waits,
Bm
A
Em
friendless
A7
stranger
D-G-D
she.
A7
Age
D
after
G
age has
D
gone,
D-A7
Sun
G♭m
after
Bm
sun has
Em-A7
set,
And
D
still in
G
weeds of widow
D
hood,
She
Em
weeps a
A7
mourner
D-G-D
yet.
2
Saint after saint on earth
Has lived, and loved, and died;
And as they left us one by one,
We laid them side by side;
We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn;
We laid them but to ripen there,
Till the last glorious morn.
Saint after saint on earth
Has lived, and loved, and died;
And as they left us one by one,
We laid them side by side;
We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn;
We laid them but to ripen there,
Till the last glorious morn.
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Saint after
G
saint
A7
on
D-Bm
earth
D
Has
Em
lived, and
D
loved,
G
and
A
died;
And
D
as they
G
left us one
A-G
by
D
one,
Bm
We
Em
laid them
A7
side by
D-G-D
side;
A7
We
D
laid them
G
down to
D
sleep,
D-A7
But
G♭m
not in
Bm
hope
Em-A7
forlorn;
We
D
laid them
G
but to ripen
D
there,
Till
Em
the last
A7 D-G-D
glorious morn.
3
The serpent's brood increase,
The powers of hell grow bold,
The conflict thickens, faith is low,
And love is waxing cold.
How long, O Lord our God,
Holy, and true, and good,
Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering Church,
Her sighs, and tears, and blood?
The serpent's brood increase,
The powers of hell grow bold,
The conflict thickens, faith is low,
And love is waxing cold.
How long, O Lord our God,
Holy, and true, and good,
Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering Church,
Her sighs, and tears, and blood?
D
The serpent's
G
brood
A7 D-Bm
increase,
D
The
Em
powers
D
of
G
hell
A
grow bold,
The
D
conflict
G
thickens, faith
A-G
is
D
low,
Bm
And
Em
love is
A7
waxing
D-G-D
cold.
A7
How
D
long, O
G
Lord our
D
God,
D-A7 G♭m
Holy, and
Bm
true, and
Em-A7
good,
Wilt
D
Thou not
G
judge Thy
D
suffering Church,
Her
Em
sighs, and
A7
tears, and
D-G-D
blood?
4
We long to hear Thy voice,
To see Thee face to face,
To share Thy crown and glory then,
As now we share Thy grace.
Should not the loving bride
Her absent bridegroom mourn?
Should she not wear the signs of grief
Until her Lord return?
We long to hear Thy voice,
To see Thee face to face,
To share Thy crown and glory then,
As now we share Thy grace.
Should not the loving bride
Her absent bridegroom mourn?
Should she not wear the signs of grief
Until her Lord return?
D
We long to
G
hear
A7
Thy
D-Bm
voice,
D
To
Em
see Thee
D
face
G
to
A
face,
To
D
share Thy
G
crown and
A-G
glory
D
then,
Bm
As
Em
now we
A7
share Thy
D-G-D
grace.
A7
Should
D
not the
G
loving
D
bride
D-A7
Her
G♭m
absent
Bm Em-A7
bridegroom mourn?
Should
D
she not
G
wear the signs of
D
grief
Em
Until her
A7
Lord
D-G-D
return?
5
The whole creation groans,
And waits to hear that voice
That shall her beauteousness restore,
And make her wastes rejoice.
Come, Lord, and wipe away
The curse, the sin, the stain,
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.
The whole creation groans,
And waits to hear that voice
That shall her beauteousness restore,
And make her wastes rejoice.
Come, Lord, and wipe away
The curse, the sin, the stain,
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.
D
The whole
G
creation
A7
groans,
D
And
Em
waits to
D
hear
G
that
A
voice
That
D
shall her
G A-G D
beauteousness restore,
Bm
And
Em
make her
A7
wastes
D-G-D
rejoice.
A7
Come,
D
Lord, and
G
wipe
D
away
D-A7
The
G♭m
curse, the
Bm
sin, the
Em-A7
stain,
And
D
make this
G
blighted world of ours
Thine
Em
own fair
A7
world
D-G-D
again.