Remind me, Lord, today of Your return;
While here on earth I pray: May my heart for You yearn.
From heav'n You'll soon appear, Your face we'll see;
Awaiting You so dear we must always be.
Yet how oft, forgetting Your promise true,
I have lived my days far from You.
May all my days ahead be fixed on Thee—
Oh, I'm here, Lord, awaiting Thee!

While here below I stay, indeed I know—
You will return one day; I must all things forgo.
I set my all on You—You who are true;
My life is set towards You, e'en the things I'll do.
I just see no hope on this dull, dark earth;
No bright lot in false, fading mirth!
My hope's my coming Lord, our destiny—
Oh, I'm here, Lord, awaiting Thee!