Isaiah 24:23: Then the moon shall be confounded, &c

Come, eternal King, surrounded
With the hosts Thy hands have made,
Let the sun and moon confounded
At Thy bright appearing fade,
Sink before Thee
Darken'd into midnight shade.

In His capital descending
Look we for the Son of Man,
Sure of raptures never ending,
When we meet our Lord again;
Come, Jehovah,
Present with Thine ancients reign.

Vessels of Thy free election
When Thine elders reign with Thee,
Children of the resurrection
When the saints Thy glory see,
Then remember,
Then appoint a throne for me.