CCCLXI. The Christian rejoicing in the Views of Death and Judgment.

"BEHOLD I come, (the Saviour cries)
"On Wings of Love I fly"
So come, Dear Lord, (my Soul replies)
And bring Salvation nigh.

Come, loose these Bonds of Flesh and Sin;
Come, end my Pains and Cares;
Bear me to thy serene Abode
Beyond the Clouds and Stars.

I greet the Messengers of Death,
By which Thou call'st me Home;
But doubly greet that joyful Hour,
When Thou thyself shalt come.

Come, plead thy Father's injur'd Cause,
And make thy Glory shine;
Come, rouse thy Servants mould'ring Dust,
And their whole Frame refine.

O come amidst th' Angelick Hosts
Their humble Name to own;
And bear the full Assembly back
To dwell around thy Throne.

With winged Speed, Redeemer dear,
Bring on th' illustrious Day:
Come, lest our Spirits droop and faint
Beneath thy long Delay.