When will we Drink the New Wine?

When will we drink the new wine,
Promised to us in olden time,
And when shall the honoured bells sound,
With new-resplendent chime.
And when will the gates that we laboured to build
Be opened for us that endlessly tilled
The unforgiving ground?

When we will we dwell in the palaces fair
That were built on the backs of our sorrows and care,
And when shall we glimpse the wondrous things
Which are imprisoned there?
We who trod the grapes and tended the vine,
When will we drink the new wine?