1.  Within our soul there’s joyful hope we look to the sky,
     Because we know the coming of our Lord is drawing nigh;
     His mercy, faith and wondrous grace uphold using the race;
     our longing is to see Him face to face.

                               CHORUS 
 
     Come back quickly, Lord! We’re waiting day and night,
     Loving Thy appearing-Thy presence our delight,
     To see Thee face to face-with Thee for e’er abide,
     Come back quickly, Lord, for Thy Bride.
 
2.  We’re pilgrims, strangers on this earth, no placeTo lay our head,
     But faces pointed to the Lamb, and by His Spirit led;
     We’re holding fast our confidence in heritage divine,
     Still running although others may resign.

3.  He makes our feet just like hinds’ feet upon the rocky hills,
     O’erflowing us with rapturous joy as valleys He now fills;
     now “Maranatha is our prayer-our blessed hope’s reward,
     Make haste, Oh! Tarry not, beloved Lord!

4.  Although the way seems steep and high thatLeads to blessed end,
     We’re travelling through paths untrod, of times without a friend;
     His love is burning in our hearts, and draws us day by day
     His rod and staff do keep us in His way!

5.  Our living hope grows brighter as we reach perfect day,
     Our bodies will be raptured from the grasp of death’s decay;
     Exceeding joy will catch us up to glory throne above,
     Where shall see Him face to face in love.