He came in weak­ness, comes in pow­er,
His glo­ry yet hath its full hour,
When in the blue me­ri­di­an
The sun shall fade, grow cold and wan;
When bright­er, keen­er light­nings play,
And blaze into the Judg­ment-day,
O King of Glo­ry, thus again,
Art Thou to come, the Judge of men.

Work in us now to seek Thy grace,
That then we shrink not from Thy face;
Look on us now, that then we bless
Thy voice of truth and ho­li­ness.
From earth­ly pas­sion, earth­ly aim,
From ev­ery sec­ret thing of shame,
Cleanse us, till on this dark­some road
Our hearts give back the light of God.

Be ours on earth, that we may know
Our re­fuge in that hour of woe,
And cling to Thee, whose mer­cies quell
The band­ed pow­ers of death and hell.
So may we stand upon Thy right
Among the ran­somed sons of light,
And with the an­gel host adore
Our God and Sav­ior ev­er­more.