Sunday after Ascension Day

The night is dark and sad.
The day is coming long.
When shall all hearts be glad.
All voices burst in song?
O, when shall we
Thy glory see.
And, Saviour! ever rest in Thee?

Slowly the morning steals
Upon our weary road.
Why stay the chariot wheels
Of our expected God?
O, when shall we
Thy glory see.
And, Saviour! ever rest in Thee?

Blest be these waiting days
Whose fires within us burn,
Revive our hearts, and raise
Their hopes of Thy return;
O, when shall we
Thy glory see,
And, Saviour! ever rest in Thee?

Revive Thy work, Lord I
Come down in showers of grac,
Then, when Thou art restored.
We'll see Thee face to face;
O, then shall we
Thy glory see.
And, Saviour! ever rest in Thee.