Come, King of saints, so long concealed
In majesty divine revealed,
With glo­ri­ous pomp, and heavenly power!
All things unto Thy­self subdue,
Restore, create them all anew,
And reign when time shall be no more.

Shorten the great extreme distress,
Fulfill Thy largest promises,
For which the Bride and Spir­it groan:
Thy groan in all Thy creatures hear,
And now th’Almighty Lord appear,
Appear on Thine eter­nal throne!