Awaiting His Shout

D. Otsing

O Lord, with our ears and hearts open,
Awaiting Thy shout would we be,
The summons that calls us to heaven,
For ever to be, Lord, with Thee.
Thy word and Thy Spirit, blest Lover,
The earnest, are giv'n to Thy bride;
Thou'rt near to faith's vision, O Saviour,
But soon she will be at Thy side.

O come then, Lord Jesus, we're watching!
And take now Thy spouse home to Thee!
Thine absence awakens deep yearning,
The bride her loved Bridegroom to see.
Thou art, O Lord Jesus, still waiting
With love, deep, eternal, we know;
Our hearts in response, with love's burning,
Await Thee, with lamps all aglow.

The Spirit and bride are united
And now with one voice would say "Come"!
Throughout the long night she has waited
To see Thee, her faithful Bridegroom.
Gross darkness the earth doth now cover,
And night like a pall shrouds the land;
Thy flock is still here, Shepherd Lover,
The sheep Thou hast kept by Thy hand.

Midst darkness faith clearly sees beaming
The light of Thy coming afar;
We watch for the dawn of the morning,
And hail Thee, the bright Morning Star.
The word of Thy patience we're keeping,
Thy radiance draws us apart —
A beacon us heav'nward attracting —
To meet Thee, the Hope of our Heart!

(Translated from Russian)

Awaiting His Shout