1 Return, O God of love, return; 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 thy own work complete, Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great.
4 Then shall we shine before thy throne In all thy beauty, Lord; And the poor service we have done Meet a divine reward.