Come, O Thou mighty Savior,
We look for Thine appearing;
Descend, we pray, Thy love display,
Our waiting spirits cheering.
Come, clothed with glorious power;
Let all thy saints adore Thee,
And let Thy Word, the Spirit’s sword,
Subdue Thy foes before Thee.
May every heart with gladness
Thine offered grace receiving,
Now cease from sin, and, pure within,
Have peace, in Thee believing.
Then when Thou com’st to judgment,
On flying clouds descending,
May we rejoice when, at Thy voice,
The solid earth is rending.