I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
Our King reigns in Heaven above us
We eagerly wait for the day
When He returns to get us
And bring us to Heaven to stay.
This world is full of sorrow now, my King
The news is nothing but gloom.
So much sadness, so much heartache;
We hope Your coming will be soon.
Our hearts are getting weary, Lord
But we try to remain strong.
While we're waiting for Your coming
Please, Lord, don't be too long.
Oh, the glory on that day, Lord Jesus
When You come bursting through the air.
May You find us rapture ready
To join you, Lord, up there.
But while we have to wait, my King,
For that mansion in the sky,
keep us faithful and never wavering
Until we reach that Kingdom on high.
Written by Ann Hart
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