Saviour, Come, Thy Saints Are Waiting (Poem)

"And as He sat upon the Mount of Olives, the disciples came unto Him privately, saying, Tell us,
when shall these things be and what shall be the sign of Thy coming and of the end of the world?
And Jesus answered and said unto them,… Watch therefore, for ye know not what hour your Lord
doth come…. Therefore be ye also ready, for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man
cometh" (Matt. 24:3,4,42,44).

Saviour, come, Thy saints are waiting,
Waiting for the nuptial day,
Thence their promised glory dating;
Come, and bear Thy saints away.
Come Lord Jesus,
Thus Thy waiting people pray.

Lord, we wait for Thine appearing;
"Tarry not," Thy people say;

Bright the prospect is, and cheering,
Of beholding Thee that day,
When our sorrow
Shall forever pass away.

Till it comes, O keep us steady,
Keep us walking in Thy ways;
At Thy call may we be ready,
On Thee, Lord, with joy to gaze,
And in glory
Sing Thine everlasting praise.

(By Thomas Kelly (1769-1855) in Hymns for the Little Flock.)