COME, LORD,

" Tis thine Israel's voice that calls, Build again thy Salem's walls, Dwell within her holy halls.

" Tis thy Church's voice that cries, Rend these long unrended skies, Bridegroom of the Church, arise.

Take to thee thy power and reign, Purify this earth again; Cleanse it from each curse and stain.

Sun of peace, no longer stay, Let the shadows flee away, And the long night end in day.

Let the dayspring from on high, That arose in Judah's sky, Cover earth eternally.

Babe of Bethlethem, to thee, Infant of eternity,

Everlasting glory be!

COME, LORD.

" Senuit mundus."- AUGUSTINE.

COME, Lord, and tarry not;

Bring the long- looked- for day; Oh why these years of waiting here, These ages of delay?

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