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!