Creation groans beneath the curse
Rebellion's just reward.
We long to see the fall reversed
And Eden's joys restored.
Come quickly, Lord! Make all things new!
Redeem the church, Your bride.
With longing eyes we look for You,
For home is at Your side!
So weary of our traitorous flesh
Of sin we hate, yet crave.
We yearn to see temptation's death,
Indwelling sin's dark grave.
We want to hear the joyous cries
And join the ransomed throng;
"The Lamb is worthy!" praise will rise
From every tribe and tongue!
We joy to fix our gaze on Christ,
Though now our view is dim.
We long for heaven's grandest prize:
To see and be like Him!