Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 22

Then the whole earth again shall rest,
And see its paradise restored j
Then every soul in Jesus bless'd
Shall bear the image of its Lord,
In finish'd holiness renew'd,
Immeasurably fill'd with God.

Spirit of sanctifying grace,
Hasten that happy gospel day;
Come, and restore the fallen race,
Purge all our filth and blood away,
Our inmost soul redeem, repair,
And fix Thy seat of judgment there.

Judgment to execute is Thine,
To kill and save is Thine alone;
Exert that energy Divine,
Set up the everlasting throne,
The inward kingdom from above,
The glorious power of perfect love.

O wouldst Thou bring the final scene,
Accomplish the redeeming plan,
Thy great millennial reign begin;
That every ransom'd child of man,
That eveiy soul may bow the knee,
And rise, to reign with God in Thee.