Jude: Jesus, come, my soul's Physician

Jesus, come, my soul's Physician,
Help afford,
Save me, Lord,
In my lost condition:
My poor soul is worse than sickly;
O draw nigh,
Ere I die,
Come, and save me quickly!
Come, King of saints, so long conceal'd,
In majesty Divine reveal'd
With glorious pomp, and heavenly power,
All things unto Thyself subdue,
Restore, create them all anew,
And reign when time shall be no more.
Shorten the great extreme distress,
Fulfil Thy largest promises,
For which the bride and Spirit groan:
Thy groan in all Thy creatures hear,
And now the' almighty Lord appear,
Appear on Thine eternal throne!
ComE, Thou everlasting Son,
Jesus, King of saints, appear;
On the great refulgent throne,
Manifest Thy Godhead here!
Lord of the new earth and skies,
Crown the venerable train;
Bid that final empire nse,
Present with Thine ancients reign.
Bridegroom of Thy church appear
Swift descending on the sky,
Thy own mind's Interpreter
Hear in Thy own members cry,
Banish'd from Thy face we mourn,
Cannot in Thine absence rest:
Bless us, Lord, with Thy return,
O receive us to Thy breast.

Hast Thou not prepared the place,
Fitted up the house for me;
Me, and all the dear-bought race,
All who cleave by faith to Thee?
Are we not Thy flesh and bone,
Born out of our Husband's side?
Come, and claim us for Thine own,
Quickly come to fetch Thy bride!