For Thy love on us bestowed;
As our Father we address Thee,
Called to be the sons of God.
Wondrous was Thy love in giving
Jesus for our sins to die!
Wondrous was His grace in leaving,
For our sakes, the heavens on high!
Now the sprinkled blood has freed us,
On we go toward our rest;
Through the desert Thou dost lead us,
With Thy constant favor blest:
By Thy truth and Spirit guiding,
Earnest He of what 's to come,
And with daily food providing,
Thou dost lead Thy children home.
Though our pilgrimage be dreary,
This is not our resting-place;
Shall we of the way be weary,
When we see our Master's face?
No; e'en now anticipating,
In this hope our souls rejoice,
And His promised advent waiting,
Soon shall hear His welcome voice.
"LORD JESUS, COME."
Lord Jesus, come,
And take Thy rightful place
As Son of Man, Thou risen One!
Come, Lord of all, to reign alone!
Come, Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
The Man of sorrows once-
The Man of patience waiting now-
The Man of joy forever Thou,
Come, Savior, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
Crowned with Thy many crowns,
The Crucified, the Lamb once slain,
To wash away sin's crimson stain,
Come, Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come
And take Thy Father's gift;
The people by Thy cross made Thine,
The trophy of Thy love divine!
Come, Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come,
That, lost in Thee, our souls
May bow and worship and adore,
In Thy dear presence evermore!
Come, Jesus come!
Lord Jesus, come,
And let Thy glory shine,
That quickly these changed bodies may
Each one reflect a living ray;
Come, Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
Let every knee bow down,
And every tongue to Thee confess,
The Lord of all, come forth to bless;
Come, Jesus, come!
The Spirit and the Bride,
And Him that hears, say, " Come."
Yea, Lord, Thy word from that bright home
Is, "Surely I will quickly come."
E'en so, Lord, come!
M. S.