|Come, O Divine Messiah||1|
|Adapted from CABRISSEAU|
Come, O Di-vine Mes-si-ah; O haste, we're wea-ry wait-ing thee; On earth we naught de-sire/ Save thee, sweet One in Three.
O quick de-scend, bid time take wings; Else our poor hearts no peace will know, But fierc-er with im-pa-tience glow.
Wilt leave thy Fa-ther's home, For us who lan-guish here with love; And 'neath our fet-ters groan/ A-wait-ing aid from a-bove. O come!
O come! bid time take wings; We'll deck our hearts with bril-liants rare, And wel-come meet for thee pre-pare.
Think not up-on our base-ness, Take venge-ance not up-on our crimes; But with us yet have pa-tience; Make us all thine in time.
Copyright, 1913, by P. J. Kennedy & Sons. Used by permission