1 Since the day when Olive’s summit
Lost the pressure of His feet,
Faith, in watchfulness, has waited,
Him thro’ clouds re-cleft to greet.
Refrain:
Then the shadows will have vanished,
Which across my life are cast;
Every doubt forever banished,
When I see His face at last.
2 For His coming I am living,
For His voice my ear I train;
Every gold-lined cloud foretells me
Of the splendor of His reign. [Refrain]
3 In the thrall of man’s transgression,
Till His scepter rules the earth,
Painfully creation travails,
Waiting for its pledged re-birth. [Refrain]
4 I am waiting for the morning
When His beams shall gild and bless;
When the night of faith is ended
By the Sun of righteousness. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14465