O Church of Christ! behold at last
The promised sign appear—
The Gospel preached in all the world;
And lo! the King draws near.
He shall reign from sea to sea,
When He girds on His conquering sword;
All the ends of the earth shall see
The salvation of our God.
With girded loins, make haste, make haste,
Thy witness to complete;
That Christ may take His throne and bring
All nations to His feet.
And thou, O Israel, long in dust,
Arise! and come away;
See how the Sun of Righteousness
Sheds forth the beams of day.
The scattered sons are gathering home,
The fig tree buds again;
A little while, and David’s Son
On David’s throne shall reign.
Then sing aloud, O pilgrim Church,
Brief conflict yet remains;
And then Immanuel descends
To bind thy foe in chains.