Advents
C.M. (8.6.8.6)

In such sad times we look ahead
to futures yet unknown.
We pray amid the fear and dread:
O come, Lord Jesus, come!

We know you in our daily round,
at work and play and home.
Such advents come without a sound.
O come, Lord Jesus, come!

You meet us when we gather here
for Word and meal and song.
Your presence hallows every prayer:
O come, Lord Jesus, come!

The tasks we take on in your name
to let your will be done,
Apart from you are done in vain.
O come, Lord Jesus, come!

And at the end when life is past
and time itself is done;
We’ll meet you face to face at last.
O come, Lord Jesus, come!

© 2001 Richard Lawrence Floyd

Suggested tunes: Dundee, St. Flavian,

I wrote this hymn for my local church in the Advent following the 9/11 attacks.