1 Come, O thou mighty Saviour!
We look for thine appearing;
Descend, we pray,
Thy love display,
Our waiting spirits cheering.
2 Come, clothed with glorious power;
Let all thy saints adore thee;
And let thy Word,
The Spirit's sword,
Subdue thy foes before thee.
3 May every heart with gladness,
Thine offered grace receiving,
Now cease from sin,
And, pure within,
Have peace in thee believing.
4 Thou, when thou comest to judgment,
On flying clouds descending,
May we rejoice,
When, at thy voice,
The solid earth is rending.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #222