Come, O thou mighty Saviour,

We look for thine appearing;

Descend, we pray,

Thy love display,

Our waiting spirits cheering.

2 Come, clothed with glorious power;

Let all thy saints adore thee,

And let thy word,

The Spirit’s sword,

Subdue thy foes before thee.

3 May every heart with gladness,

Thine offered grace receiving,

Now cease from sin,

And pure within,

Have peace, in thee believing.

4 Then, when thou comest to judgment,

On flying clouds descending,

May we rejoice

When, at thy voice,

The solid earth is rending.