Come quickly, Lord! they prayed, Faithful, though still afraid; In death proclaiming Christ would come again, As he had said. To this the Church has clung Through centuries of wrong, Crying, despite false prophecies: How long, O Lord, how long? But if you come today, Our lives in disarray, Would we not plead with you, as Peter did, To go away? Yet we, like Peter, know You would not, could not go; Nor need we wait until the end of time To prove it so.