I Will Return

1SON of God, thy people's shield,
Must we still thine absence mourn?
Let thy promise be fulfilled–
Thou hast said, "I will return."

2Then will cease the constant tear,
Hope be turned to joyful sight.
Gracious Master, soon appear,
Quickly bring thy morning's light.

3As a woman counts the days,
Till her absent lord she sees,
Longs and watches, weeps and prays.
So the church must long for thee.
Come, that we may see thee nigh;
Then the sheep shall feed in peace;
Hushed for ever trouble's sigh,
Sin and sorrow's triumph cease.