Return to Bless My Waiting Eyes

Return, O LORD, how long by John Newton


 * Return to bless my waiting eyes,
 * And cheer my mourning heart, O Lord!
 * Without Thee, all beneath the skies
 * No real pleasure can afford.


 * When Thy loved presence meets my sight,
 * It softens care, and sweetens toil;
 * The sun shines forth with double light,
 * The whole creation wears a smile.


 * Upon thine arm of love I rest,
 * Thy gracious voice forbids my fear;
 * No storms disturb my peaceful breast,
 * No foes assault when Thou art near.


 * But ah! since Thou hast been away,
 * Nothing but trouble have I known;
 * And Satan marks me for his prey
 * Because he sees me left alone.


 * My sun is hid, my comforts lost,
 * My graces droop, my sins revive;
 * Distressed, dismayed, and tempest tossed,
 * My soul is only just alive!


 * Lord, hear my cry and come again!
 * Put all mine enemies to shame,
 * And let them see, ’tis not in vain
 * That I have trusted in Thy Name.