O for the time, when on the world

O for the time, when on the world
Thy Spirit shall be pour'd,
Thy banner over all unfurl'd,
'Thy Name by all adored;
When nations, living on Thy words,
And dwelling 'neath Thy wings,
Shall own Thee only Lord of lords,
And only King of kings!

When Thou Thy people's souls shalt bless
With undisturb'd repose,
And make earth's desert wilderness
To blossom as the rose;
When every heart shall be Thine own,
And Thou — tho' ever near —
Shalt for Thy footstool leave Thy throne
To dwell amongst us here.

Bright blessed hour! — O Lord, how long,
How long, O Lord, 'till we
Shall stand amid that countless throng
Thus gather'd around Thee?
Where souls long parted safe at last
Before Thy throne shall meet.
And crowding saints their crowns shall cast
In thousands at Thy feet?