COME, LORD.

Come, for the grave is full,

Earth's tombs no more can hold, The sated sepulchres rebel,

And groans the heaving mould.

Come, for the corn is ripe,

Put in thy sickle now, Reap the great harvest of the earth; Sower and reaper thou!

Come, in thy glorious might, Come with the iron rod, Scattering thy foes before thy face, Most mighty Son of God.

Come, spoil the strong man's house, Bind him and cast him hence, Shew thyself stronger than the strong, Thyself Omnipotence.

Come, and make all things new, Build up this ruined earth, Restore our faded Paradise, Creation's second birth.

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Come and begin thy reign Of everlasting peace, Come, take the kingdom to thyself, Great King of righteousness.