Classic Poem

Come, O thou mighty Savior,
We look for thine appearing;
Descend we pray,
Thy love display,
Our waiting spirits cheering.

Come, clothed with glorious power;
Let all thy saints adore thee,
And let thy word,
The Spirit's sword,
Subdue thy foes before thee.

May every heart with gladness,
Thine offered grace receiving,
Now cease from sin,
And pure within,
Have peace, in thee believing.

Then, when thou com'st to judgment,
On flying clouds descending,
May we rejoice,
When, at thy voice,
The solid earth is rending.