Classic Poem

HYMN L.

Thus we commemorate the day
On which our dearest Lord was slain;
Thus we our pious homage pay,
Till he appears on earth again.

Come, dear Lord Jesus, quickly come,
Why stay thy chariot-wheels so long?
Thy church below, thy other home,
Shall welcome thee with many a song.

Come, great redeemer, open wide
The curtains of the parting sky:
On a bright cloud in triumph ride,
And on the wind's swift pinions fly.

Come, king of kings, with thy bright train,
Cherubs and seraphs, heavenly hosts:
Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign
As far as earth extends her coasts.

Come, Lord, disdain not to come down
And rule, where thou wast scorn'd before:
How well that head becomes a crown,
Which cruel thorns so meekly bore!

Come, Lord, and where thy cross once stood,
There plant thy banner, fix thy throne;
And stain the ground with rebels blood,
Which once was purpled with thy own.

Come, Lord, what thy weak reed began,
Complete be thy strong iron rod:
Once thou wer't seen a dying man,
Now shew thyself the living God.