The Glory of the Latter Days

Our God! our God! Thou shinest here,
Thine own this latter day:
To us Thy radiant steps appear:
We watch Thy glorious way.

Thou tookest once our flesh; Thy face
Once on our darkness shone;
Yet through each age New Births of Grace
Still make Thy glory- known.

Not only olden ages felt
The presence of the Lord;
Not only with the fathers dwelt
Thy Spirit and Thy Word.

Doth not the Spirit still descend
And bring the heavenly fire?
Doth not He still Thy Church extend
And waiting souls inspire?

Come, Holy Ghost! in us arise;
Be this Thy mighty hour!
And make Thy willing people wise
To know Thy day of power!

Pour down Thy fire in us to glow,
Thy- might in us to dwell;
Again Thy works of wonder show,
Thy blessed secrets tell!

Bear us aloft, more glad, more strong
On Thy celestial wing,
And grant us grace to look and long
For our returning King.

He draweth near, He standeth by,
He fills our eyes, our ears;
Come, King of Grace, Thy people cry,
And bring the glorious years!