260. Lord Jesus, Come
4,6,8,8,4.
by C. Dent
And take Thy rightful place
As Son of Man, of all the theme!
Come, Lord, to reign o’er all supreme,
The Man of patience waiting now —
The Man of joy, forever, Thou,
Crowned with Thy many crowns —
The Crucified, the Lamb once slain,
To wash away sin’s crimson stain,
And take Thy Father’s gift,
The people by Thy cross made Thine,
The trophy of Thy love divine!
That, lost in Thee, our souls
May bow and worship and adore,
In Thy blest presence evermore!
That quickly these changed bodies may
Each one reflect a living ray,
And every tongue to Thee confess,
The Lord of all come forth to bless,
With longing voice, say, Come;
Yea, Lord, Thy word from that bright home
Is, "Surely, I will quickly come!"
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