Always

Matchless, You are

So near, so far

Given so much by Mercy and Grace

A day appointed to see Your face

Drawn ever nigh from the foregone

Oh, Blessed Lord closing with the dawn

Souls are in pain inside our shame

Free in prayer, wide-open reflections

Ravage our hearts with pure affections

A faithful promise: all saints yearn

Our Lord and master’s triumphant return