The Church In Her Militant State
Is Weary, And Cannot Forbear;
The Saints In An Agony Wait
To See Him Again In The Air;
The Spirit Invites, In The Bride,
Her Heavenly Lord To Descend,
And Place Her, Enthroned At His Side,
In Glory That Never Shall End.

The News Of His Coming I Hear,
And Join In The Catholic Cry,
O Jesus, In Triumph Appear,
Appear In The Clouds Of The Sky!
Whom Only I Languish To Love,
In Fulness Of Majesty Come,
And Give Me A Mansion Above,
And Take To My Heavenly Home.