I wouldn't want for you, oh Lord
To come just yet
Your people are not ready
Not everyone is saved

Oh wait, do not come
For your call to the wedding feast
Is not proclaimed everywhere
And the far guest hasn't arrived

But to wait, to wait is hard
My spirit is constrained in the chains of this earth
And from my chest comes a moan
Oh Lord, come quickly

I wouldn't want for you, oh lord
To come just yet
My work is not done yet
And the far guest hasn't arrived
The hearts are not yet softened

By the oil of your spirit
The sons of this earth
Do not respect you as their God