Come, Lord of Glory, — come in pow'r and might

Come, Lord of Glory, — come in pow'r and might,
Thyself reveal, and set Thy people free,
Come forth in splendour, — put Thy foes to flight, —
Make trembling nations stoop and bow the knee.
Thy Kingdom — sigh'd and sought for oft and long,
The glorious theme of every prophet's song, —
Its reign of peace — of sinless peace and love,
Its heaven below — as beauteous as above,
Its calm, its quiet, — all its happy days,
Whose work is love, and whose repose is praise; —
"Thy kingdom come " — one universal sway
Be Thine, O Lord, o'er all the sons of men; —
Wake every heart in unison to pray
"Thy kingdom come," and answer Thou, — " Amen."