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 Her every pulse with glad new life be thrilled.

Even so, Lord Jesus, wait our souls for Thee— We look and list in sweet expectancy— Not as in that first agony of grief, When, like the tree that shed its last lone leaf, We could but lift despairing arms, and cry, “Forgive and save us, Master, or we die!” But in the bliss of fellowship with Thee, As one whose letters come from oversea, Yet looking forward to a closer tie, A fuller, sweeter blessing by and bye; As bride who waits her lover, richly gowned, But is not yet with orange-blossom crowned, So wait we, Lord, in sweet communion here, Yet ever dreaming of a joy more dear, When Thou shalt come in glory from the skies, And our glad souls in rapture shall arise; Our trembling hopes fulfilled, our waiting o’er, To see and be with Thee for evermore.