O thou that hearest prayer!
Make haste the day when sin shall cease,
And sorrows chide no more:
When understanding of Thy Word,
Our fading joys restore.
Make haste the day when falsehood, fear,
The strife of tongues shall still;
When hearts athirst for righteousness,
Shall list the heavenly will.
Make haste the day when all Thy sons,
Shall guidance seek in Thee;
When faith-lit thought shall rise above
The senses' lethargy,
And see earth's rancors fade before
Love's all-pervading ray,
Till Thy behest, Let there be light,
Unfolds the longed-for day.
