1 Return, O God of lovereturn;
Earth is a tiresome place:
How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?
2 Let heaven succeed our painful years;
Let sin and sorrow cease;
And in proportion to our tears,
So make our joys increase.
3 Thy wonders to thy servants show,
Make thine own work complete;
Then shall our souls thy glory know,
And own thy love was great.