Jesus, Lord! Jesus, Lord! Why dost Thou not come?
All below want to know—land and sea and sky;
They all hope; we also for Thy coming sigh.
Earth and space age apace, yet all wait for Thee;
We and they to Thee pray: Come back speedily.
Come back speedily. Come back speedily.
What prevents Thine advent? Why not come today?
Generations of saints waited all their lives;
We’ve watched here, tens of years, for Thee to arrive.
Why not please cut short these lengthy yearning days?
O Lord, heed this our plea: Come without delay.
Come without delay. Come without delay.
Since Thou went into heav’n, nothing here I love,
Days below seem as though there’s no break of dawn;
On my face, seems no trace of a joy long gone.
Passion, drive, once alive, no more in me burn;
Jesus Lord! Jesus Lord! Why don’t You return?
Why don’t You return? Why don’t You return?
Some grow slack, some slide back, some change gradually;
Love once bold groweth cold, suff’ring takes its toll;
Faith and sighs mingled rise, forward steps are slowed;
Lamp of hope dimmer grows, can’t hold out much more.
Seeing these, come back, please! Why still tarry, Lord?
Why still tarry, Lord? Why still tarry, Lord?
Jesus, Lord! Jesus, Lord! Why dost not appear?
Till what date must I wait? Till what year, what day?
As I stay, watch and pray, patience ebbs away;
Jesus, Lord! Jesus, Lord! Quickly come, I pray!
Jesus, Lord! Jesus, Lord! Quickly come, I pray!
Quickly come, I pray! Quickly come, I pray!