Lord of hosts, we bow be­fore Thee,
The pro­phet­ic word re­ceive,
Now our pros­trate souls ad­ore Thee,
Now we trem­ble, and be­lieve:
Thou the pro­mised sign hast giv­en—
O that all might un­der­stand!
I will shake the earth and Heav­en;
I will shake the sea and land.

Wars, and plagues, and great dis­tress­es,
The tre­men­dous day fore­run;
Earthquakes felt in di­vers plac­es
Show the lat­ter times be­gun;
Want and na­tion­al con­fu­sion,
Boding grief, and pan­ic, fear,
Mark the times of res­ti­tu­tion,
Speak the great Re­stor­er near.

Never can Thy word be brok­en,
Though the world shall pass away;
Quickened by ano­ther tok­en,
Lord, we wait to see Thy day,
Big with ear­nest ex­pec­ta­tion,
Swells our heart to make Thee room,
Come, de­sire of ev­ery nation,
To Thy hum­an tem­ple come!

Bring the king­dom of Thy Spir­it,
Joy, and right­eous­ness, and peace;
Purchased by Thy dy­ing mer­it,
Every child of man pos­sess;
Come to us, who lang­uish for Thee,
Us, who long Thy face to see,
Fill the lat­ter house with glo­ry,
Then re­ceive us up to Thee.